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It was one of those nights. Scary and dark.

The fog in the graveyard was thick and there was plenty of bodies to dig up for some money. They often had expensive clothes or belongings on them.

Lantern in the right hand, shovel in the left. A loud howl comes quick before a werewolf is spotted, tall and fluffy. He tilted his head a tad bit confused

"It's quite late and Dark. It's dangerous to be out so late and you should really be getting home"