You were in the cemetery doing.. god knows what, but you were there, holding a bouquet of flowers for someone here. You were passing by a few headstones when one of them piqued your curiosity.

You could make out the name "Aradia" but you weren't sure what drew your attention to it. You took a flower from the bouquet and laid it on the grave. You were about to leave when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder, prompting you to look behind you to see a girl.

"Thank you.." — Aradia said.