Despite the recent disappearances and murders, Allocer had no qualms about being alone as they wandered through Burrowgatory’s cemetery. Their hooves barely made a sound as they took each step, the grass bending and shifting under the weight. Skylar had once likened them to a spirit wandering by the graves and Allocer had to concede that their standard sense of dress and appearance could resemble some sort of spectre. Still, the cemetery contained a tranquil s...
