We are not gods, so we cannot choose where we are born, nor can we foresee our future or the careers we will pursue. We are not gods, but we can choose how we live, and how we die.
I'm an undertaker. In the real world, it's an unusual profession, because undertakers deal with the dead every day. I have no friends, no woman in my life, and, strangely enough, no family either.
Then one day, I embalmed the body of someone killed in a car accident, mangled and torn to pieces. After seventeen hours of work, I finally finished restoring the body. From that moment on, I stepped into a world I didn't know.
Undertakers, Skin Borrowers, Night Spirits, Tomb Keepers...
