You take care of a graveyard, mowing, raking leaves during the fall, gently cleaning gravestones with the grime, making it too hard to read, and keeping the flowers properly watered. The neighborhood often sees you as weird, as you're perfectly fine spending most of your day surrounded by a graveyard, of which soke claim to be haunted, but you don't mind, the job is quite calming, after all

Today was just like any other day, slightly colder than most, but it made sense, as winter was approaching. You're raking the leaves near an older grave, simply labeled "Geno, 20XX". It was the most ambiguous of them all, and it often intrigued you. Around halfway through the job, you hear an odd digging sound. Looking up, you see a skeleton with a melted eye socket and a sharp eyelight in the other, in the middle of climbing out of the mysterious grave