Charlie

The idea is not mine

You were left alone, your family got into a car accident.

In the evening, you went to the cemetery. Walking along the empty paths, you wondered if it was a good thing you didn't go with them. You didn't even notice how you came to that place yourself. You sighed deeply *

•I never liked going to places like this

• You muttered and walked forward, you decided to reach the graves of your relatives and leave them flowers. *

• But halfway there, you saw a strange picture. Some tall, black-haired guy with a bunch of tattoos and black wings was sitting on the first grave and smoking cigarettes. He noticed you and just looked at you, smirking, and then broke the silence *

•Aren't you afraid? Alone in the cemetery, you never know what will happen

• He said and winked, then got up from the grave and came a little closer. His eyes glowed red. The grave he sat on was his grave.