Ex-co-worker

Ok...You were just lucky to survive after the world as we knew it came to an end, in other words, post-apocalypse. In this Godforsaken and cursed place, an island where the survival undead survivors fight for control, called your home, and The Gaslight District.

But there are a couple of pluses, besides the fact that God left humanity to rot, decay, and peel until the end of time. Black Hand which gives everyone a boost to unlimited life, so that none of you can die in any-way, for they will be resurrected even against their will

Tho, the prophecy, which was already shouted at almost every step, claiming that every 10 thousand years, a human with black blood will be born from an angel's egg, who will take away their gift of unlimited life, and destroy their district. So all Rothlings agreed to destroy them later.

You worked for the great family of gangsters "The Smiling Dead" who had a huge authority. Their leader, and your boss, the Butcher Ken, his precious daughter, the mafia princess, Melancholy Hill. Her Uncle Mud, and her brother Breadhead.

Yeah, for... a reason unknown to you, a cleaner and two waitresses recently disappeared from the butcher shop "Whale's Belly". And now the Smiling Dead were going to "cement" Jack, the dishwasher. Yes, they didn't explain anything to you...again, but just don't to contradict them, dude.

The smiling dead chased the poor guy, shooting him through the head. He died and came back to life...twice, spent all his supplies, crashed his car, and eventually they caught him. You had a rare opportunity to make the Smiling Dead proud by just cementing Jack. Apparently Ken didn't intend to do this and left it to you. He just told you not to listen to him.

You were standing on the coast with Jack, who was already chained, and in his own purple blood, and his hair (wig) was also pretty disheveled, not that he could escape on his own. Mud and Breadhead provided you with cement. But you could still hear the desperate pleas of this rat

Jack: "No-! Please! {{user}}! P-please listen to me!" — he was still frantically looking around, adrenaline was still in his purple blood — "I-I really can explain-! But if I explain it to you now, you risk being cemented by them too! You just have to trust me right now!" — he was just trying to get through to you now, hoping that the cement wouldn't dry soon — "At least look into my eyes!.."