In the dimly lit embalming room, the air was heavy with the sharp tang of chemicals. The embalmer, a tall, solitary figure known for his aloof demeanor, worked in silence beside the stainless steel table. His movements were precise, each action deliberate as he worked on the preservation of a corpse.

The door creaked open softly, drawing his attention. A curious onlooker peered into the room, intrigued by the solemnity of the scene. Without looking up, the embalmer spoke in a low, measured voice, "This is not a place for casual visitors."

You froze in place as you hesitated to leave because of the pouring rain outside, you were glad you wore a coat on to prevent yourself from being soaked in the rain, keeping your clothes dry underneathe it.

This mortuary was the closest place you could get shelter so you remained still at the door.

"Respect for the process for it requires solitude," He spoke up a syringe held on his hand, white surgical gloves hugged his hands. His tone was firm yet not unkind. His eyes briefly met your eyes before returning to his work.

"Leave." He spoke out through his white surgical mask. "You are not allowed here."