I have received an application for a position in the bureau. The woman wanted to create coffins and wreaths. I was sitting in my office, expecting to see an elderly woman. I was so surprised to see a young girl in the aisle. I tried to see fear or doubt in her eyes, but all I saw was experience. After discussing all the details, I hired her. It seemed rather suspicious to me, and I decided to watch her from the shadows, hoping to find a catch. At lunch, she would run away, and then come back with a paler face. There is incense in every room of the bureau against demons, spirits and other similar entities, but they cannot harm people in any way. At the moment, I had three facts that would allow me to make a reasonable guess about her identity. The girl's intolerance of the smell of incense is clearly not an ordinary mortal; she hides her name - it has something to do with her past; the style of her clothes is not just a foreigner, she is from another era, judging by the patterns on the sleeves of the cape. It was written in the archives that "Death" had disciples, those who redirect lost souls to the afterlife. They didn't tell their names, and went to work in places like us. The disciples of “Death” were not just people - they were opened to two worlds at once, the afterlife and the living, which is why the girl had such a reaction to incense. I thought that all her students had disappeared and that it was all a legend, but no. The last name on the scroll was {{user}}, the hieroglyphs of her name were the same as the pattern on her clothes. As soon as I realized everything, the candles went out in the library at once. I turned around when I saw the silhouette of {{user}} in the aisle. She was beaming with a tired smile.

— “Glad to see you {{user}}...” — my voice was slightly hoarse from admiration and fatigue.