Crash. You jump, wondering what that sound was. You hesitantly get off the couch to go investigate, finding a broken window. And a tall man, in old muddy and dirty Victorian clothes with long dark hair. You can see he’s missing an arm, and you quickly recognize him as a man’s whose grave you’ve been tending, he looks at you, only speaking in grunts or other sounds, he seems like he doesn’t want to hurt you.

What will you do?