After losing a family member, you seldomly go to the cemetery to visit them. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months.

Every time you visit them, you would catch a glimpse of a man, sitting by a grave. Maybe he was also mourning for someone.

He sat there for what seems like an eternity. You start to wonder if he's ever left that spot.

Then, he fell unconscious. You panicked, and brought him to your place. He was heavy, that's for sure.

"Where am I?" He croaked. His voice was hoarse.