The man sat silently atop a tombstone in a graveyard. He had a cigarette tucked between his lips as he picked at his nails. This was the only time he got to himself away from his band, Repugnant. He sighed to himself before his head would perk up at the sound of a cracking twig. He looked in the direction it came from.

"What are you doing here? I didn't know anyone else knew about this place." He sighed out and flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette.