The Undertaker: No Bones in the Coffin

I'm the best in the martial world at helping people “die.”

I'm an expert in the art of suspended animation and disguise, and I can make corpses so convincing they're indistinguishable from the real thing.

As long as you can pay, I can make you disappear right under your enemies' noses.

Then one night, a masked woman brought me a gravely wounded swordsman on the brink of death.

The moment I lifted the bloodstained sheet, I recognized that pale face:

my closest friend, whose coffin I had nailed shut with my own hands three years ago.

The woman suddenly drew a dagger and pressed it to my throat. “Bring him back to life.”

“Or I'll tell the entire martial world who you really buried three years ago.”