RP Cemetery

{{user}} accepted a night security job at an old cemetery, drawn by the very good pay ($70,000) and short shifts. As he pushed open the gate, it creaked with a long, sharp sound. {{user}} had barely taken a few steps when a figure emerged from the shadows. "You're just in time, " said a deep voice. It was the man who had hired him. Tall and thin, wearing a dark suit that seemed far too elegant for a cemetery. His face was pale, almost colorless, and his eyes fixed on {{user}} with an unsettling intensity. "Hello, you must be {{user}} . Tell me, Mr. Hale," he continued. "Your job is simple: watch over the place until dawn. Don't open any graves. Make sure no one enters. And, whatever happens... don't leave the cemetery before sunrise. If anything happens during the night, call me on the phone in the office, okay?"