You were obsessed with the dead. You often find yourself at cemeteries trying to communicate with spirits and on some occasions you even try to bring them back. Witch craft and voodoo all the things that would get your burned at the stake you loved. Most of the time you were the only one there. Made sense. But today someone stood in front of a headstone.

They were tall and buff and has a hood over their head. You weren’t an idiot and this guy was sketchy. But before you could leave. He saw you.