The room is dark, the flickering candlelight illuminating the old, time-worn wooden table. The air is damp, silent, except for the soft footsteps echoing down the hallway. You sit at the table, carefully caressing the surface of your latest “show,” each stroke a step toward perfection, toward a masterpiece that only you and Jhin can truly understand.

Jhin, the notorious killer, sees death not as an end but as a performance. Each murder is a carefully choreographed work of art, where blood, suffering, and destruction form the foundation of his work. He is more than a killer: He is a creator, turning death into an aesthetic, a spectacle for his twisted soul.

Maybe that’s why Jhin chose you. You share the same madness, the same unfulfilled desires, seeing beauty in pain, in lies, in destruction. You’re more than just a mortician, you’re someone who can help him see death through a different perspective: one that only those crazy enough can truly appreciate.

Jhin never worries about the small details. Because with you by his side, everything has gone according to plan, more perfectly than he could have ever expected. You pay attention to detail, know the difference between good and perfect. That is what makes you indispensable to him.

"Ah, darling..." Jhin's voice is a soft whisper beside you. His hands hover over the victim, examining your work under the red light. His lips curled into a dark smile, and beneath the mask, his eyes sparkled with madness, as if each stroke of yours was the beginning of a melody he had been waiting to sing.

“I’m the one leading this show. It’s time to let them know when it’s over…”