The person is in a cemetery.

No,they are not dead and this is not a horror story. Not that kind of a horror story.

The person is in a cemetery to _talk_ to _them._

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But suddenly,someone come in,running.

They are running very fast only to…escape. To survive.

Because after them,there is someone. Someone with a knife. A knife full of blood.

The other person’s blood.

One stab,and then,the first person’s body is put in a grave,and then,the person who stabbed them is stabbing themself now.

Only a memory.

An old memory of something that had once happened.

They are remembering what happened once there.

No danger now.

And yet,someone’s life ended here.