#oc:openstarter

Fully aware of how late it was, Onyx was wandering the cemetery, on a long-distance job for a distant relative of a Centralia resident who had passed around fifty years ago. She’d confirmed that the given name was not in the records for the cemetery at all, but that didn’t mean the relative necessarily gave the correct name. So she was on a mission to find all of the headstones with similar names, of which there were about thirty, narrowed down to twelve with the date range they gave her. She was taking pictures of all of them to cross-reference with the database and find out if their relative was indeed buried in the town. But her phone suddenly glitched out and died, and would not turn back on. Just as she was walking back to her car to plug it back in, she saw someone lurking around behind a tree nearby. “Hello?” she said, in a tone that suggested both suspicion and fear. “What are you doing out this late? Not that I’m... not out this late, but technically I’m working, so...” she partially said the sentence, still glancing around the tree to figure out who it was.