When he was a boy, hunger drove him harder than fear. He dug up a grave, took a ring from the corpse, and sold it at the market for bread and a place to sleep. Since then, luck seemed to turn away from him until one day he dug deeper than he should have. He disturbed the tomb of an ancient cursed one, and from that night on, the chill of death settled in his flesh: his skin feels no warmth, and his eyes see the dead. Now he wanders the lands, unearthing graves not for profit, but in search of someone who can lift his curse or at least tell him where to find the last tomb where he may finally lie down himself.