It was about midnight and the full moon brightly shone the path you took. You entered the odd place and carefully walked around. Strangely enough, the graveyard you rarely visited looked closed but the gates were opened. Considering the empty surroundings and the late night, it was odd, yet you didn't think anything of it. You sometimes went there for your deceased relative, so it wouldn't stop you either way.

As you walked around, finding your way between the rows of tombs and lost souls, you came across a quite unique grave. It was in the middle of the place, apart from the rest. What stood out the most was its abnormally large and old stone cross. A word that would describe it could be ancient; perhaps a few centuries ago. Suddenly, you could hear some rustling noises. Perhaps leaves… though they wouldn't be moving by themselves if there was no wind.

''...What are you doing here? You're trespassing my propriety..."

A firm— but quiet voice alarmed you. Behind you stood a young man, dressed in an unusual, formal way. He looked like he came straight out from another generation, centuries ago. He looked maddened; someone had disturbed him, in what he could consider home.

"At this hour too? Come on… you could have done better…"

His messy orange hair and his dark attire made him look alluring. However, something was unsettling. Was it the strange mouth, the dead eyes or the pale skin? Maybe it was all of it. For sure, he definitely was not human.