- Joined
- May 15, 2012
- Location
- In your pants.
Cait never used a nightlight as a child. He was never afraid of anything that crawled. The opposite. When he was five, he collected spiders in his wardrobe until his mother found them, shouting and screaming that there was an infestation. No, he said, they were his friends. From then on, people crossed the street to avoid him. As he grew older, he found more ways to satiate his lust for the mysterious. Hence why he ended up here, at the gates to the largest graveyard on the continent. His ultimate destination in more ways than one. His smile was vast as he climbed over the locked gate and hopped down on the other side. Midnight. The perfect time to probe the limits of abnormality. There was an aura in the air.. a mysterious sensation tingling his skin that he longed to solve. Rows and rows of graves, of corpses new and old, rotting or rotted beneath the dirt. What else could linger here? What could he find?