For decades, the fallen soldier had been waiting for a letter to arrive, a note telling him that someone remembered him.
But no one came to visit his anonymous grave, lost among thousands of tombstones of strangers.
One cold, moonlit night, a yellowed envelope mysteriously appeared on his forgotten grave.
With trembling hands, the soldier's shabby spectre eagerly opened it.
Inside, a single sentence written in blood read:
"Your turn has come. Now come and join our kind.
A piercing shriek rent the air as his soul was dragged into the underworld by the hosts of Lucifer himself.