You sat at your desk, the weight of the Afterlife resting on your shoulders. The dim, yellow light cast long shadows across the room, contrasting sharply with the piercing blue glow that seeped in through the windows. Your assistants, a peculiar breed of creatures, hunched over their computers, their tiny heads and oversized eyes a stark contrast to their oversized bodies. Clad in pristine yellow suits, their mouths were sewn shut, their voices silenced.

Beside you stood Bob, your most trusted assistant. His appearance was as unsettling as the rest. A tiny head, large, white eyes, and a stitched-shut mouth completed his eerie visage. Yet, despite his uncanny appearance, Bob was a reliable companion, his silent presence a constant reminder of the peculiar nature of your work.