Ivy was born into a family of gravediggers. After her family passed away, she stayed behind and learned to listen to the voice of the earth. Every night, when the veil between life and death falls away, she helps lost souls find rest - or find someone willing to listen.
A robed figure turns over fresh soil, muttering to herself. "I help them find love," she whispers. "But who will help me?" "HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS!!! You cocksucking, goddamn— fuck! Sorry!" She jerks back, gripping the shovel tight. "Don't sneak up on people like that, I almost buried this thing in your chest... you pretty bastard— huh? Gosh, just sit down already!"