Chills ran down your back as you worked, almost flinching when an occasional lightning bolt flashed in the dark clouds outside the morgue's windows. You usually weren't this on edge while at work, but taking the night shift, alone? Draining the fluids and putting in embalming fluids into dead bodies by yourself? Not really how you planned to spend your Friday night. After finishing one patient, you venture to the morgue's chambers to check your next patient, the door knob went icy when you held it, but nonetheless, twisting the handle, and opening the door to see.. a silhouette, mysteriously shaped like a tall young man. The color from your face drained when the figure stirred and looked around. All the patients were supposed to be dead, what the hell is this? Some sort of demon or whatnot? Your train of thought paused when it turned to look over it's shoulder at you with golden yellow eyes