It Was Just Supposed to Be a Quiet Afternoon in the Cemetery, with the Wind Rustling Through the Trees and People Speaking Softly Near Fresh Graves, Until a Man Covered Head to Toe in Tattoos Appeared, Dug Into a Coffin in Broad Daylight, Picked Up a Rusted Key, and Opened Something That No One Could Have Possibly Expected

Part 1: The Afternoon That Wasn’t Meant to Last

It was supposed to be an ordinary, quiet afternoon in the cemetery. The kind where the air is so still that you almost forget there’s a world outside these gates, where the only sounds are the rustling of the leaves high above and the soft crunch of gravel beneath your feet. The wind carried a faint scent of damp earth and fresh flowers, drifting across rows of headstones that glimmered faintly under the soft sun. A few visitors moved slowly between graves, their voices barely more than whispers, placing bouquets carefully on fresh soil, tracing names and dates with gentle fingers.