A glittering red veil shimmers in beams of moonlight. It is lovingly draped over the shoulders of a new bride. A woman who is just a skeleton underneath. Just like all the others, she is placed before the altar, made to kneel on her knees, and her hands placed forever in prayer.

"You should start with talking to someone who's really here," the picture on the desk mused.

A cemetery guards against those who would steal from that which no longer has a living will. Be warned if you enter, because you may not make it out. For stealing from here will make them to come out. They aren't human anymore, turned into something so much more. For they once were like you and tried to flee.

— Sharada by Skye Sweetnam