The Barber Started by Shaving the Heads of the Dead.

I was born on a day of heavy rain. My father was skinned after his death, and my mother was buried under the Blackwater River. My grandma said that I was born to be a ghost and had come to seek my life. I will never be seen by any living person in my life. But the master said that I am the best successor in this industry because the dead like me. I am a folk barber, the last descendant of this profession. A barber shaves a living person to end their future, pays homage to a dead person, and asks about bad luck.