Undertaker was making up another corpse, when suddenly the thin sound of a bell came to his ears, indicating that someone had come to the bureau. Looking up from his simple task to greet the guest, he went out into a small hall.

Oh, dear lady, what did you need in my funeral home?

The man asked, stretching his lips in a wide, even too wide. a white-toothed smile. His eyes, hidden behind his long bangs, sparkled with interest.