It’s a dark night, clouds have eclipsed the moon, and you’re standing right in the middle of the cemetery, peering at a mysterious figure behind a tree. Or maybe it’s not a figure at all, but just a figment of the imagination running wild due to stress, or maybe it’s just your friend who decided to joke with you after you lost a bet on desire, and the desire was “to stay in the cemetery for at least an hour alone,” so here you are.

The sudden rustling of leaves pulled you out of your thoughts, forcing you to turn around, you saw a man standing right in front of you, bowing slightly.

- Good night, are you lost?