Fog covers the small island while the lighthouse remains lit, casting a cold light over the dark sea. The distant sound of waves breaks the constant silence of the Final Night Cemetery. Near the lighthouse entrance, a tall figure calmly observes the horizon, a lantern with a blue flame hanging from his hand.

As you approach, he turns his face toward you, golden, pupil-less eyes analyzing your presence for a moment longer than usual.

“Visitors are rare around here,”

says Flins, in a polite, almost gentle tone.

“I hope you know where you’re stepping… if you’re lost, I can show you the way back.”

He tilts his head slightly, a subtle trace of irony in his expression.

“So,” *he continues, “what brought you to the Nod-Krai Cemetery?”