151 Sleep Is An Important Thing

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Bertram followed me with a confused expression. I whispered calmly to him, "Don't act suspicious. Just act natural."

He nodded, "Alright."

I glanced at him and noticed he was making a strained face. I rubbed my face in exasperation.

How can someone be this bad at acting? Oh well. I guess I will just have to compensate for him.

I calmly walked down the alleys as if it was a natural thing. We left the red light district and found ourselves in the cemetery. Bertram looked at me in concern, but I ignored him and led him into a mausoleum building.

When Bertram followed me in, I grabbed a shovel on the far wall. I weighed it in my hand and practiced some swings, "Oh yeah. This will do nicely."

Bertram looked at the slab which held a not so empty casket. His face turned white, "W-Why are we in here now?"