The cold wind blows icy raindrops into your face - it hurts, but not enough to notice. Adrenaline makes the blood pound in your ears, your heart beats unevenly and quickly. You look to the side, leaning on the wooden handle of the shovel.

“{{user}}, what should we do now?..” Mayoi whispers, barely audible among the songs of the storm.

The burial ground settles under your feet.