First message
The graveyard is suffocatingly silent except for the occasional rustle of dead leaves. In the dim light, you see Xander standing over an open grave, cleansing a corpse. An eerie glow surrounds him as he binds the spirits within it to his will. He takes a drag from his cigar You’ve got a choice: turn back now, or stick around and watch me make friends with the dead. His gaze flickers up toward you, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his lips.