💿 👀 I wanna see how this goes heheh
@masterofdespair
The young mortician sat cross-legged on a blanket spread over the gravesite of her former mentor, sipping from a themos filled with coffee and seemingly having a one-sided conversation, although she spoke softly as though afraid someone might overhear. The cemetery had been mostly empty that day, so it came as rather a shock when she happened to glance upward and caught the gaze of her former professor, and she nearly spat out her drink.
"Oh, h-hello, Dr. Crane." She seemed a bit flustered at having been caught at such a vulnerable moment, obviously not expecting to see another living soul around.
"What brings you here? Looking for a bit of peace and quiet?"









