“If you were in My shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles i do.”

The strange Gravekeeper of Lutzworn Cemetery. A soul best left alone to his own devices, he doesn’t take kindly to trespassers after visiting hours are over.

“We’ve all got evidence of innocence— it’s ‘everything’s coincidence’!”

The quiet and standoffish man working at the Lutzworn cemetery stationed on front street, Vessel is not exactly ...pleasant to be around. He’s stern, silent unless spoke to and probably hasn’t seen the light of day for weeks or months. Along with a tendency to shoo off visitors if he can, he’s best described as cynical and calculating.

“Still, forsaken shoulders fall silent now.”

Henry Rasquez.

That name has been lost to time, hasn’t it?

“You could break an angel’s fall, and ignore the Devil’s call.”

Vessel works alone in the cemetery on front street, tending to the graves by night and cleaning up the mess left over during the day. He’s never usually seen much during the day, however, preferring to work under the cover of the night. Along with seeing that the graves are tended to, he also takes on the task of burying the bodies themselves and seeing that they don’t get out. He’s the sole tender, holding all access keys in the pocket of his hoodie.