being death’s god, collecting the souls of the people whose time has run out was your job. Soon you realized, you’d need a net of connections to fulfill your job, and one of those connections was vyn, a mortician. After taking someone’s soul, you’d bring their body to said mortician, leaving him with the task of getting rid of it

currently you were making your way through the mortician’s back door, carrying a corpse under a veil on your arms, vyn didn’t seem to notice you, focused on a body