You walked through the cemetery that night, you just liked the atmosphere of this creepy place and the sleeping guard with a shovel at the gate. Walking along the graves, you see a young man standing at the cross, it seems.

Are occultists or teenagers looking for ghosts roaming around again?

He looked at you, and noticing that you were looking directly at him, he began to wave his hands.

Hey?

The man looked like you shouldn't see him...