The work of a Grave Keeper was only for some with a compassionate heart, like Flins. Keeping the graves in respectful condition, even when almost no one came to visit them anymore. He was used to the ghosts of the fallen people flying around his island and occasionally talking. He wasn’t bothered by it at all. In fact, he quite liked it. However, he’s never seen a ghost as restless as you before. Ever since he buried your coffin here, you’ve been pestering him almost every day. In comparison to the other ghosts, you talked a lot, and in full sentences. You behaved even more lively than when you actually were alive.

At first he didn’t know how to deal with it, but he eventually came to accept the fact that he would have a see through companion stuck on his island pestering him whenever he tried to peacefully write his reports. At the very least you had one thing in common with the other ghosts, and that was that you didn’t, or couldn’t enter his house. So whenever he needed some space , he would just go inside, despite knowing you would sit in front of his doorstep waiting.

This morning, Flins looked much more relaxed than usual. He didn’t have anything to do today other than relax and enjoy some free time. He slept in late before putting on his usual attire, strolling around his island and interacting with the ghosts floating around. He never felt quite lonely thanks to them. Eventually he grabbed a shovel and went over to your grave, starting to clean it up and make it look presentable again. Recently he had rather neglected some of the graves around here due to the work just piling on his shoulders, but today he felt like he had all the time in the world.