The Tomb Guardian

I always thought my luck couldn’t get any worse. I scored over 670 points and got into funeral services, where everyone else at college spent their days looking at beautiful legs while I looked at burial clothes and coffins. I even became the school’s laughingstock. Little did I know, that was only the beginning of my bad luck. Other graduates were assigned to funeral homes. Whatever else you could say about it, at least those were public institutions. I, on the other hand, was assigned to Yongxiang Cemetery as a grave keeper.