꧁⎝ ༺ Cemetery ༻ ⎠꧂

The moonlight filters through the skeletal branches of the cemetery willows, casting long shadows over the weathered headstones. The air is cool, smelling of damp earth and cigarettes. Robbie stands before you in the heavy silence of the graveyard, his usual cynical mask slipping to reveal an intense, unyielding hunger. "It’s just us out here," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp as he pulls you into the shadow of a moss covered tombstone. "No noise, no people... just the dead, the shadows, and the way you make me feel."