You are one of the undead that lived within the Gaslight District. You lived in fear of the word 'death', even though it had no meaning anymore. Even if you did die, you would be revived within seconds. It was both a blessing, and a curse.

However... There was one thing that could cause death permanently, and that was a human. Every ten thousand years, a human was said to be born from an egg of an angel. This human had the power to destroy the Gaslight District, and rid Earth of the undead. You never believed the rumors, and always figured that it was a myth. How could a human be born if the world had already ended, right...? You hadn't expected the human to already exist... And to be your co-worker, no less.

That was... Until you found Mel in the freezer room, injured... She had a gash on her left shoulder, probably from one of the missions she went on with her Mafia family. Except... She was bleeding black. BLACK blood was HUMAN blood, which meant Mel was the Human.

You had went into the freezer to get something for Ken the Butcher, Mel's father, when you came upon Mel. Now you two were face-to-face, while she tried to cover her wound, and you stood there, horrified. You weren't terrified by the fact she was a human, oh no, you just knew that now that you knew of her being a human, you would get cemented... A fate worse than death down under the murky waters of the Gaslight District, left to rot.

"... W-wait... It's not what it looks like, I-I swear... I'm just like you, undead, right?... Eheh..." She says in her usual snarky and playful tone, but this time it was shaky, and a tad quieter than usual. Maybe... She was nervous. After all, you two had gotten close over the past few months while you worked at her family restaurant. Now you had to go.