The seasoned caretaker of the aged graveyard held no affection for those relentless snowy days. It was not merely because the icy temperatures aggravated his stiff and aching joints but because such days were harbingers of sad reminders from his past.

These bitter recollections were not pleasant.

They were shadowed by events such as the insurgency that occurred half a century ago, the devastating frost calamity that struck three decades ago, or the monumental catastrophe that befell the southern urban district seventeen years ago. It seemed as though heavy snowfall was inexorably tied with disastrous news.

With chapped hands rubbed together for warmth, the elderly man turned his gaze back to the snow-enshrouded graveyard.

The relentless snowfall rendered the cemetery pathways nearly invisible, leaving only the footprints, cutting a lonely path towards the morgue and the caretakers lodge. The gas lamps had been doused, their dark, skeletal frames standing eerily like the remains of deceased trees amidst the blanket of white, portraying a bleak picture of isolation.

A few steam-powered cars sat idle in the cemeterys open area, thoroughly obscured by the encompassing snow. Their guardians, clad in stark black, battled against the onslaught of snow, fervently trying to clear a passage for the vehiclesa chaotic spectacle.

It was crucial to accomplish this task before the snow hardened and made the clearance work even more arduous.

A harsh wind bellowed, carrying with it a fleeting wisp of grey smoke. From within this whirlwind, the silhouette of Agatha materialized. The youthful gatekeeper approached the old caretaker, Half of our team will depart today, leaving only two squads behind to assist you in protecting the graveyard.

All of them can leave if they choose. It would be rather peaceful, the elderly caretaker retorted, his eyelids lifting to cast a glance at the gatekeeper. Having such a crowd here is merely a wasteful extravagance.

Extravagance or not, its not your concerndont worry about any manpower shortage on my end.

Believe me, Im far from idle enough to be bothered about your affairs, grumbled the caretaker. Nonchalantly, he mentioned, You dispatched an elite team late last night. Has there been some trouble in the city?

Agatha examined the old man, Are you still concerned about occurrences beyond these cemetery walls?

Im just making conversation. Whether you choose to respond is entirely up to you, shrugged the old caretaker.

There was an incident on Fireplace Street. A potent supernatural entity caused quite a stir. The patrol guards responded but came back empty-handed, Agatha narrated at a deliberate pace, For now, all we know is that a cult member was involvedthey met a gruesome end, with one exhibiting a peculiar manner of death not aligned with any known supernatural abilities.

The old caretakers eyebrows visibly flinched at this revelation, and he took on a more solemn tone, Fireplace Street?

Rest assured, no innocent bystanders were harmed, Agatha intuitively understood the caretakers worries and promptly addressed them. Nevertheless, the squad reported multiple peculiar pieces of evidence from the scene. I might need to personally inspect it.

The elderly caretaker offered no verbal response, only a gentle nod. But the intensity in his gaze revealed a shift in his demeanor.

Despite her youth, Agathas title of gatekeeper was not arbitrarily awardedit was hard-earned through intense training and demanding evaluations. As the highest-ranking representative of the church in the city-state, her actions in themselves served as a clear indication of the urgency of the situation.

What unfolded on Fireplace Street was likely far more complicated than the supernatural altercation she describedcertainly not as trivial as her seemingly nonchalant attitude might suggest. If a team of elite guardians was dispatched only for the gatekeeper herself to ultimately step in, it suggested the incident was far from minor.

Nevertheless, that was a situation beyond the confines of the graveyard, beyond what he, as a retired gravekeeper, needed to concern himself with.

It was a task for the young gatekeeper and the guardians.

After an arduous bout of snow clearing, the guardians managed to start the steam cores of the vehicles. Two slate-gray steam cars departed the graveyard, quickly vanishing down the narrow road leading to the urban blocks.

The old caretaker observed the departure of the two vehicles, shook his head, and readied himself to return to his graveyard duties.

However, just as he was about to pivot, a familiar diminutive silhouette caught his eye at the roads end.

A little girl, swathed in a bulky coat, was trudging towards the graveyard with noticeable difficulty.

The old caretaker instantly halted, watching as the small figure drew closer. A trace of irritation surfaced on his weathered face, but the little figure also spotted him standing sentinel-like at the cemeterys entrance. She paused by the roadside, craned her face upward, waved her arm in a joyous gesture, and continued her uneven advance towards the old man.

Eventually, she found her footing on the tire tracks left by the recently departed steam cars, making her steps somewhat easier. Bending down to dust the snowflakes off her clothes, she stood at the entrance of the cemetery, beaming up at the stern, even somewhat irate, caretaker.

Grandpa Caretaker, Im back! Annie greeted the old caretaker in her jubilant tone.

Her outfita thick, white coat, matching boots, and a woolen hatblended seamlessly into the snow-draped cityscape.

You should not be out in such inclement weather, especially venturing to a place like this! The old caretaker rebuked, his eyes wide and his tone severe, Youll cause your family unnecessary worry.

My mom knows Ill be back soon, retorted Annie, her youthful face flushed from the biting cold, a broad smile accenting her rosy cheeks. Were on school break, and I had planned to play with my friends. But they chose to stay indoors, so I decided to visit you instead!

Rather than braving your way to the graveyard in this snow-laden weather, you shouldve stayed home like your friends, the elderly man replied frostily, The cemetery is closed today due to the heavy snowfall. I suggest you go home.

The girl, however, appeared not to heed his words. She tilted her head to peek past the caretaker and raised her face, a sense of anticipation twinkling in her eyes. And my dad?

He did not come, the old man stated bluntly, With the weather in such a dreadful state, any scheduled funeral would be postponed.

Annie paused, showing no evident disappointment. Her lips tightened as she queried, So Ill come back when the weather is better He will come then, right?

The old caretaker held his silence, looking deep into the young girls hopeful eyes. A pang of regret washed over him for a promise made six years ago that her father would return. At that time, his heart had simply been too tender.

After what felt like an eternity, the old man finally managed to utter, Perhaps one day, you will receive news of him.

This was the most gentle response he could muster.

A twelve-year-old child should be able to grasp the underlying meaning by now.

A bright smile suddenly illuminated Annies face. She dove into her small bag and retrieved a parcel, which she enthusiastically handed to the old man.

Another batch of cookies? the old caretaker quizzically raised an eyebrow.

No, its ginger tea powder. My mom and I made it together and added some warming herbs to combat the cold! Annie said, her chest puffed up with pride as she thrust the package into the old mans hands, Since youre here alone guarding the cemetery, it must get terribly cold at night, right?

The old man studied the package resting in his hands.

He didnt particularly need it. The potions the church provided to the grave keepers were far superior in efficacy to any homemade remedy. His humble caretakers lodge was equipped with protective charms and special materialsit could withstand the cold winds and any external disruption in case the cemeterys equilibrium was disrupted. His lodge was nothing short of a fortress of steel.

Thank you, he finally said, accepting Annies gift. A seldom-seen smile crept onto his face, slightly awkward due to lack of use, This will come in handy.

His expression resumed its usual sternness.

Ive accepted your offering, now you should hurry home. And for the next few days, try to refrain from going outside.

Why?

The city is not very safe at the moment, the old caretaker relayed solemnly. The news Agatha had shared, particularly about the supernatural incident on Fireplace Street the previous night, weighed heavily on his mind. Return home and advise your mother to stay indoors as much as possible. If you notice anything unusual, seek assistance immediately from the nearest church or security officer. Annie, this is importantdo you understand?

Taken aback by the sudden gravity in the old mans tone, Annie hastily bobbed her head in understanding, I I understand.

Good, now head home, the old man sighed, gently shooing her away, while the weather is still

He abruptly halted mid-sentence, his gaze drawn upward.

A striking figure, unusually tall and muscular, had materialized near the cemeterys entrance and was looking in their direction. He was garbed in a black trench coat and wide-brimmed hat, with bandages swathed around his facehis attire and bandages leaving no hint of his features exposed.

Alongside this imposing figure stood a dainty woman adorned in a sophisticated, deep purple gown. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, a soft hat perched on her head, and a veil covered her face. Though her features were obscured, she emanated an aura of elegance and enigma.

Despite her intriguing presence, the old caretakers attention was almost entirely ensnared by the towering, bandaged figure. His gaze was riveted in that direction, seemingly tethered by an unseen force, making it a challenge to avert his eyes. A faint, incessant hum filled his mind, and his vision began to tremble and distort at the peripheriesa clear indication of his mind undergoing mild contamination and disruption.

The seasoned caretaker immediately discerned what was transpiring it was that visitor.

From their previous encounters and his descent into madness under the effect of incense, a preliminary and essentially harmless connection had been forged with this enigmatic visitor. Consequently, the old caretaker didnt suffer complete paralysis as he had before.

He still retained control over his movementsso he swiftly positioned Annie behind him.

Child, do not look in that direction, he warned.