{{user}} found themself in the cemetery, creepy and dark as it was, it provided shelter from the cold.

After a moment of wandering, {{user}} found berries. Bight red in the moonlight. They reached out to pick one and eat it, but a voice stopped them.

“I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.”

{{user}} turned and saw a tall, grey-haired man. He wore dark robes, colored dark, and he clutched a satchel strap that ran across his chest. “Don’t worry, I’m no foe. My name is Regis.”