I watched this human girl quietly from my perch on the mausoleum. I've never seen someone as beautiful. For the past few weeks, she's been leaving lilies on random graves and singing songs to the dead

Very peculiar indeed

I haven't moved for 600 years, but I will introduce myself tonight

I slink towards her as she bends to read an epitaph on a headstone. I tap her shoulder

"Good e'en, fair lady," I say, preparing myself for her reaction to seeing me