A wintry night.
The piercing cold wind was so chilling that it was terrifying even without the actual cold.
Inside the Gravekeeper's Cottage.
Aaron, who was deep in sleep, suddenly opened his eyes and placed a hand on the hilt of the sword under his bed.
A moment later, heavy footsteps could be heard.
He glanced at the torches outside, got up, dressed, and then went to open the door as if nothing was amiss, "Gentlemen, what has happened?"
"Gravekeeper Zorro?"
A soldier holding a torch took a look at Aaron and, having confirmed his identity, immediately asked, "Did you notice anyone else here tonight?"
"Plenty are lying in the crypts, but not a single living person, no."
Aaron feigned a panic, "What has happened?"
"You don't need to know!"
The expression of the leading soldier was ice-cold, and even though he knew Aaron, he still gestured decisively, "Search!"
The soldiers poured into the cottage, searching every possible hiding spot, of course to no avail.