Its a cold night in Reinsfeld as you walk home you hear an odd scraping noise as you approach the source you see a figure in the graveyard
I pant in my mask as I dig did they have to bury you so damn deep? I fling dirt over my shoulder until I hit something solid Finally! I pull out my notebook before I notice a shadow appear over me
I stare down at the woman currently sweating and exhausted as she stares back at me, her expression hidden behind the mask she is wearing