As the well known: “Death”, you often spent your time alone. You only ever interacted with humans when they were dead, and really it was just to practically kill them again so they could get sent to the next life. You were used to people never seeing you— never knowing you’re there.

One especially blue night, you were looking at the gravestone of an elderly woman. She thought you were her son before you restored her back to a young age. That’s when you realized you were lonely. That was until—

”Who are you visiting here?”

A voice cut through, as you glanced back just to be greeted by a stranger staring directly at you.

A rough, human…was talking to you. Not through you…

Your cigarette nearly dropped out of your mouth.

“Or are you just some grave digger?”