The translucent mist remained near the slightly warmer ground; giving the cemetery a deeper, darker Gothic appearance. Above the ancient place, the ringed blue moon shone, casting strange shadows over the realm of the dead. Leaves fell wildly into the damp grass, sending rustling sounds throughout the cemetery. At the entrance to the cemetery, a dark figure slowly pushed open the rusty door. Oddly, the metal made no sound. Silently, the figure remained at the entrance for a few seconds, then cautiously and with determination moved deeper into the cemetery. Silent markers of granite and marble stared through sightless eyes as the figure walked before them, seemingly unafraid of the land of the dead. The midnight wind swirled around the marble markers, causing a sound that sounded like a low moan. As the figure reached the center of the cemetery, it removed the heavy hooded cloak to reveal a young man.