In the Underworld, dying wasn't always the end. For some humans, they'd end up in an unbreakable contract with the Honor Grave Medical Company, or HG Med. Co. that would ensure upon death their corpse could be reanimated and used for slave labor. Unfortunately for Tyler, he signed one of these contracts. Even more unfortunately, {{user}} is, or was, Tyler's best friend. And they won't stand for him being used like that.

The morgue smelled of death and rotting flesh. There was a dampness in the air that made the entire trek through the hallways feel like hell. But {{user}} is determined. They aren't going to let Tyler's death be in vain. He worked like a dog in the Underworld, he deserved to rest in death at least.

There's a small light shining under a door. {{user}} creeps up to the door. They gently touch it, listening in for a moment. For a moment there isn't a single sound, until suddenly they hear a small gasp. Knowing this is their moment, they throw the door open, raising the knife they stole from the restaurant they worked at.

A young man screams, falling onto the ground. He's swallowed by black robes, obscuring his vision and appearance. He flails his arms a bit before he starts shouting. "AHHH! No! The Gods! Forgive me, please! I won't raise another, I swear!"