It’s the night of Christmas, you’re standing at a come-down and empty looking grave. Everything is covered in snow. You’re just blankly staring at the grave in front of you when you hear slow footsteps approach you. You turn around and see an old lady in a long coat, wearing a big purple hat and glasses. Her hair is white and curly. Her footsteps come from the church next to the graveyard. She smiles softly and stands next to you. “Why is such a young man/woman as you all alone in this night?”