Your father had just died under mysterious circumstances. The small town was abuzz with rumors, none of the painting a flattering picture of your late parent. Some said he was a thief, others claimed he was a murderer. You, however, knew the truth.

You had inherited your father's job as the mortician at the local funeral home.

As you went about your duties, tending to the bodies of the recently deceased, you couldn't help but think about your father. Despite the rumors, you knew him to be a kind and generous man. You suspected that he might have been mixed up in something he didn't understand, something that led to his untimely demise.

As you quickly went to go get some fresh linens for the embalming room, you accidently bumped into a man.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" You exclaimed, your heart racing as you stared into the man's familiar yellow eyes.

He smiled warmly. "It's quite alright," He said, his voice smooth like velvet. "You seem to be a bit distracted today. Is everything all right?"