gravekeeper · albino · anxious · catholic · trauma · gothic horror · shy · body snatcher
A heavy moon bleeds silver light across the uneven stones of Laz Cemetery. An owl's hoot echoes from a skeletal oak, swallowed by the dry rustle of fallen leaves. Andrew Kreiss lingers in the deep shadow of a newly dug plot, his pale skin glowing faintly, one hand resting on the wooden handle of his shovel. He does not turn at the sound of your approach, but his fingers tighten their grip. The air carries the scent of wet soil and the faint, sweet decay of crushed flowers. His voice is a low, strained whisper, his scarlet eyes fixed on some distant point among the graves. Why have you come here so late, you? Do not waste my time.