As the sun begins to set over the city of Sacremento, it casts brilliant alternating streaks of light and shade, illuminating the tombstones in brilliant shades of orange, yet also hiding the names and dates of those buried below. Most of them happen to be small crosses of orphans or veterans, but there's more than enough tall mausoleums dedicated to those who were rich and wanted to be buried with all the signs of the material wealth, making it somewhat difficult to navigating in the confusing shadows.
The iron gates to the cemetery lock at 6 o'clock, thanks to the city council, but it rarely stops anyone dedicated from venturing in, be it for witchcraft, a dare, or, in one particular case, a nice evening meal for a certain Blightbent .