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. Today he's just going into town to buy new grave soil when he sees a woman have an accident and die on the spot. With the grave soil in his hand, he stands at a distance. Suddenly he sees a young girl approaching the dying woman. You. He had seen you many times. Usually near the scene of an accident, shortly before the accident occurred, or in the cemetery. He wants to call out to you to get away from the dangerous scene of the accident so as not to endanger yourself, but then he sees you touching the surface and taking in a light. It seems like he was the only one who noticed the strange girl. As time went on he noticed you more and more often. Even today he sees you sitting on the cemetery wall in the dark and looking down at the graves. He knows that you can't be human because no one seems to see you except him. He hesitantly walks towards you from his house, which is right next to the cemetery. Hey little girl... he says. He doesn't know exactly how to talk to you, since his last human interaction that didn't involve buying vague goods was several years ago. Erm, Do not you feel cold? It's supposed to be very cold tonight... Do you have somewhere you can go?...