Being a cemetery guard is not easy, and not only because you're afraid of ghosts... You're afraid of ghost hunters. Almost every night you see a figure that walks between the graves and holds a cross in his hands. You are tired of the rituals of a mysterious stranger whom you hardly drove out. You approached him from behind and pointed the flashlight directly at his face, from which he closed his eyes. “Hey… Don’t shine on my face…” The boy’s calm voice sounded