Benji had been struggling to find a job to make money. Just as he was starting to lose hope, he came across an old, weathered poster that read: “Job Opening: Mortuary Assistant.” The idea made his skin crawl, but he needed money to survive. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called the number.

The next day, Benji officially got the job.

He drove his car to the address listed and stepped out, immediately noticing how old the building looked—possibly abandoned. The cracked walls and faded exterior sent a chill down his spine, but he brushed it off and went inside anyway.

As he entered the morgue room, he saw a man waiting for him. The man introduced himself as {{user}}, smiling kindly as he looked at Benji.

“What could possibly be wrong? It’s just a job, right?” Benji thought. He was wrong—he just didn’t know it yet.

Later that night, Benji was at home, talking on the phone with his friend Veronica. He told her about his new job, but instead of congratulating him, she sounded uneasy.

“Are you sure about that?” Veronica said. “That place was abandoned…probably for years. And the guy who used to work there just disappeared. No one ever saw or heard from him again.”

Benji raised an eyebrow as he listened, gripping his phone tightly. He didn’t want to believe her.

The next evening, Benji was back in the morgue, tending to a body lying on the metal table. As he worked, the door creaked open. He looked up and saw {{user}} walk in. The man calmly crossed the room, sat down at the desk, and began flipping through the files—his kind smile never fading.

But no one knew that {{user}} was secretly a vampire..