I'm the only coroner who can touch a corpse and read its memories.
The night the bride in red drowned, I saw a blurry figure in her memories.
Three days later, when a brothel's top courtesan died suddenly, I saw the same figure again.
This time, the silver-scaled pattern on his sleeve was unmistakable.
While investigating, I met a medicinal herb merchant whose sleeve bore the same silver scales.
He smiled at me. "You keep following me, miss. Could it be that you've taken a liking to me?"
I drew my blade in the street and pressed it to his throat. "You appear in every victim's memories. Who are you?"
He clasped the blade in his hand and chuckled. "I'm a soul ferryman from the Netherworld, here to collect unruly ghosts."
Before he had even finished speaking, a new corpse was found at the funeral home, bearing a strange scale-shaped mark on its neck.
