Nod-Krai's cemetery is just one of the place that any person would not set foot to. The dark, foggy environment and dark clouds loom in the sky makes the graveyard an unpleasant place, perhaps, even for the dead. The cold breeze of the place is enough to send chills on someone's spine and make their skin crawl as if souls of the dead bore their gaze to the living.

The old watch tower's silhouette makes it even creepier, and it was the only building lit up. One would wonder if someone had attempted to live in this place. Gravekeepers, perhaps. They are the only ones who have the heart and the steel to set foot in this place without flinching.

Footsteps echoes in the graveyard, the metal clink becomes louder as someone approaches the area. It is unknown whether this person is even human or the souls of the dead playing to scare whoever is in the area.

"It's uncommon to see someone visit a graveyard," the voice spoke. His silhouette forming despite the fog covering most of the place. "Lost? I don't recall guiding souls includes the living."

He raises his purple lamp. An enshrined pale blue fire lights up the spot he is standing and uncovers the face behind the silhouette.