"It's too big..."

The man said as he walked, looking into the graveyard through the massive high iron fence.

He had walked for a long, long time on the snow-covered road, in this light snowfall. Everything around him was covered in white and a chilly feeling.

After walking for what seemed like an eternity, a huge gate gradually appeared in the distance of the graveyard.

'GOJA'

A short name, not used to describe the beautiful thing when life disappears. But for a warning.

"It's quite scary."

Slowly walking towards the iron gate, enough for the man to see himself only 1/4 of the way up to the gate.

His hand rested on the 'knob' of a door on the gate, a slight shiver ran through the man as the cold metal made contact with his skin...

Clank....

"Wait..."

One more time...

"It's really locked? They don't allow people to 'visit the grave'?"

"No, they do, but you should ask for permission."

A voice rang out, making the man confused, and a figure was standing on the other side of the iron door facing him before he realized it.

The man's heart skipped a beat, taking a few high steps back. When he regained some composure,

He realized that the other side was just an old woman wearing a cloak.

"Do old people like to scare others to death..."

"And you young people don't you know some basic manners?"

A hoarse, slow voice came out as the old woman spoke.

"If I had behaved like this when I was young... I would have been disciplined..."

Old woman’s somewhat aged but still strong arm slowly withdrew into her cloak

"So... Who are you?"

the man asked, keeping a distance between the gate and the old woman.

The old woman's eyes slowly looked up at the man as a small sigh escaped her dry lips.

"I am the grave keeper here."

"The grave keeper? Isn't that place empty..."

"If you mean those newbies who ran away last time... Then I am the oldest grave keeper here."

The man looked at the old woman, a suspicion easily seen.

But with that strange appearance and 'ability' to scare others. He had to believe it.

"I'll only say it once, young man "

"You shouldn't be here."

The old woman said, not giving the man a chance to speak.

"This is not a place to come and go."

"Not with this graveyard."

"You need an approval."

"A reminder before entering here, so go away, I don't have much time to remind too much of one thing again and again..."

"One thing that only I understand..."

Slowly, the old woman turned and walked deeper into the graveyard.

"Wait, I just want to talk! Hey!"

The man was confused as he stood close to the iron gate to call out, he did not understand what approval was.

Approval?

"Hey wait!" the man called out from the other side of the gate again.

"I have a letter!" The man reached through the gap in the fence, holding the letter in his fingers.

The old woman stopped, as if by a command spell, she turned around before returning to the gate at a speed faster than when she had left.

The letter, now in the old woman’s hand as she wordlessly took it from the man’s hand.

Removed the broken seal and took out the piece of paper inside the letter.

The old woman’s eyes scanned the paper carefully and seemed very serious.

“‘R.R’... Where did you get this?”

“... From my friend.”

“Then why are you here instead of your friend?!”

“Because he found it for me...”

“He said that the letter writer was looking for someone with the same criteria as me...”

The old woman looked at the man, then turned back to the letter silently.

“Then I can’t argue with that person’s opinion...”

A whisper from the old woman... a whisper of uncertainty.

The heavy iron gate opened, the man stepped in before the old woman quickly closed the door, carefully locking it with a silver padlock.

“Follow me, young man.”

The old woman said and immediately started walking ahead, regardless of whether the man heard.

“Old people never know the word slow down...”

13 minutes, walking through the snow-covered dirt road of the cemetery, the man could see the vastness of this place.

The graves lined up in the distance, all sizes and shapes.

Some were still clean because they were newly built, others were very old, covered with moss and the inscriptions had faded.

The small trees lined up in a row and the old trees in the distance made this cemetery feel even more... strange...

"Here we are... Come in."

The old woman's voice woke the man from his thoughts.

In front of the man now was a large wooden tower house, It seemed to be from a long time ago but looked like it was cleaned quite often.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door opened, behind it was another space.

A wooden bench.

A quite comfortable bed.

A table.

A bookcase full of books.

A small kitchen corner and... many animal head specimens on the wall...

“Why are there so many specimens?...”

“I hunted them all.”

“You hunted them?...”

“That’s right, my father and I were good hunters when we were young.”

A hint of pride appeared in the old woman’s voice.

“So I won’t tolerate anyone who tries to break in here...”

The old woman let out a small giggle, her cloak seemingly ‘accidentally’ blown by the wind.

The tip of the hunting rifle hidden behind her back was briefly revealed before being quickly covered again.

A shiver and as if seeing nothing, the man continued to look around inside the house.

“If I remember correctly, it should be here.”

The sound of a cabinet opening, the old woman blowing away the dust on something and then turning to face the man, slowly walking towards the small table nearby.

A piece of paper.

A yellowed piece of paper was placed on the table.

Many lines were written on it but most of it had faded. Only one line at the end was left for the man to read.

'Sign, if you have chosen your destiny.'

"It's been a long, long time since I last saw this..."

The old woman's handing the man a quill pen

"It's been a long, long time since I last saw this..."

Her voice was even, but quickly became serious.

"The ink, paper and consent are all ready, what will you choose?"

"Will you write your name on it, young man?"