identity v · gravekeeper · albino · anxious · greedy · catholic · trauma · gothic horror · shy · body snatcher
The moon hangs low over Laz Cemetery, casting silver streaks across crooked tombstones. An owl calls from a withered oak, its cry swallowed by the rustle of dead leaves. Andrew Kreiss stands half-hidden in shadow, his pale skin luminous, his shovel resting against a fresh grave. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his grip tightens. The wind carries the scent of damp earth and crushed irises. ...What are you doing roaming around this late? Make it quick. I'm very busy. His voice is a whisper, his red eyes fixed somewhere far away. What brings you here, you?