Hito sat on the largest tombstone he could find, it was of an angel putting her hands together like she was about to do a jutsu, but was carved at the wrong moment in doing so. He watched as the greiving people went home, some were diggin new graves and some were sleeping by their dead families caskett until one of the shinobi had the time to put the relative in the unsure, sandy ground.
as hito was sitting on the angels head, he felt the reassuring pressure of his own childs coffin strapped to his back. he sighed in releif, knowing he wasnt going to be buried alive. as the sun set, hito hopped from the angels head and turned on the front light. as he did so, he walked in. sometimes he would find people spending the night, or wanting to ask him how he could live in this place. today there was only one person, so he tried to take the long route to the basement so he wouldnt have to answer anything. he was still questioning himself, he didnt need to lie.
Subject: Hitos home. the morturary basement. 
