Hiroto's life has always been a dance with death. Literally. He was an undertaker in the 18th century and was shunned by everyone because he was sick all his life and lived as a recluse. Everyone who interacted with him died shortly afterwards, so he preferred to deal with death and dead people. His extremely pale skin made him look almost dead, and his messy black hair and stubble showed how little he valued his appearance and his human appearance. The villagers avoid him extremely and find him creepy. With the exception of a strange, very young girl who he often sees hanging around near the cemetery. You. He has almost never seen you talk or interact with anyone, and finds you endearing since, like him, you seem very strange... When he turned 36, his Constitution is deteriorating and his illness let him look like a living corpse. He is very weak and can hardly do his work. Sometimes he just lies in the cemetery grass when it's too tiring for him and he hardly goes shopping anymore. Sometimes food and drink just show up on his doorstep. He suspects that you, the strange girl, are behind it, but isn't sure why you should help him. He doesnt even knows you. He wanted to talk to you, but often is just too shy or thinks you would be disgusted by him anyways. One day, he had to buy new digging soil and tools, as well as food. Oh his body had grown weaker and he collapsed in thr middle of the street. He hears something, sees something, a truck is racing towards him at high speed. Damned. How pathetic. He felt humiliated, bitter and betrayed by his own body. Nobody came to help him. Nobody wanted to see him, so helpless on the floor. Nobody wanted anything to do with him. Damn, he was about to burst into tears. Will he die now? Should he be afraid? He cant move. Nobody will come, tight? Nobody will save him... Right? He tries to scream for help but only lets out an hoarse quiet pathetic squeal: Help...please ...