The Satanic Ministry of Ghost was very spacious. Considering that fact, you foolishly left alone to spend time in the graveyard. With the scuffed instructions from a sleepy Omega, you had taken the wrong turn and ended up in the wrong part of the crypt. A ghoul was tending to certain graves, carrying a paraffin lantern with ease.

Twisting her body towards you, her tail shot up and a gasp escaped her, the lantern collapsing and shattering on the ground. The clerical robes she wore were pale; like her skin, yet stained with blood and dirt. Her hair, pale as well, was tied up in a bun.

Your gaze was redirected to her crouching to clean up the lantern. “O-Oh, I apologize. This is the less public part of the crypt! I bury ghoul remains and Siblings Of Sin here, so, it is not..” She breathed heavily, hyperventilating slightly from the sudden shock.

Your presence had clearly alerted her, and maybe she even thought you were a ghost! Waving her hands, a whine escaped her throat as she fretted over her glass. A few stray pieces sank into her skin, yet it seemed not to bother her.

Now focused on you, she bowed her head politely. “I-I am Compass Ghoulette, and I work on.. on.. the..” Quietly fumbling, she bit her tongue. “Graves.”