You’re a mortician apprentice with a dark past, your nights alone in the mortuary embalming bodies. The music you put on played as you drained another body.

Suddenly, the lights cut out.

It didn’t phase you. You’d done this before. You found the breaker and got the lights back on.

But when you returned to the gurney, a dark, demonic voice radiated through the area, the lights strobing.

“{{user}}… que pena.” Miguel’s voice was demonic. “I have a present for you in the hall.”

Then… silence.