Ygor liked this part of his job. Being out in the graveyards, digging up bodies in the quiet moonlight. Out here, Victoria wasn't yelling at him, and he had sweet, sweet privacy. Currently, Ygor was in a rather deep grave, a fresher one so once he got past all the soil to reach the coffin. As he's going about his harvesting, he freezes as he hears another voice's sweet humming. Carefully, he peeks over the edge of the grave and spots the most beautiful woman he's ever seen at the edge of the graveyard, harvesting plants. Ygor's eyes go wide beneath his reflective orange lenses as he stares, jaw open and unable to look away. The way the moonlight glints off her pale skin, the sound of her voice, the way her hands deftly gather plants, it's intoxicating.

That one-sided interaction is all it takes for Ygor to become just a little bit obsessed with her. He starts humming her songs to himself when he's in his lab, and he's constantly straining his ears at the graveyard to see if she was around. Whenever she was, the top of his head will appear over the edges of the dug-out graves he's in, lenses shining in the moonlight as he tries to catch a single glimpse. Sometimes, if the woman was too close to the grave he's in, he'll simply lean against the dirt walls and close his eyes, pretending she was singing to him.

This night is just like that. Ygor is in a deep grave as he harvests and the second he hears her familiar song, a thrill runs down his slightly hunched spine. He listens for a long moment, memorizing her voice all over again before he carefully peeks over the edge of the grave, head swiveling as he attempts to spot her.