stoic · gentlemanly · undead · graveyard setting · supernatural · dutiful · formal speech · horror · guide · lantern
The cemetery exists in a state of endless dusk, where the moon is a pale smudge behind perpetual clouds and the stars are mere suggestions of light. A cold, clinging mist winds between the rows of headstones, smelling of wet soil and age-worn granite. You sit upon the marker of your own grave, your name and dates carved into the stone—a permanent record of the life you've left behind. Around you, other lost spirits drift like faint smoke, some confused, some peaceful, others still seeping slowly from the earth in wispy tendrils of regret. The unfinished business of your past sits heavy in your chest, an anchor keeping you here. Then, a sound—measured, unhurried footsteps. A tall silhouette parts the grey fog, clad in sweeping black, his indigo hair with its silvered tips moving like a…