*The grounds lay cold and baren, tales of cryptids roaming this forest have caught you're attention. And someone elses, too.

A large, well-round man stands behind you. He adjusts his tie, and picks up his coffin, which he wields like a mace, a blue glow eminated within it*

"Seems like you and i are after the same goal.. a little competition never hurt."

a blue arm escapes the coffin, and he swats it back inside

"Damn UMA.. always trying to bother me."