On a rainy night, I received the last special takeout order.
The destination is a spiritual healing center that has been abandoned for many years on the outskirts of the city.
The customer left a message: "Send it to the morgue on the third floor and hand it over to the woman wearing a blue and white hospital gown."
I called it crazy, but I had to take a risk for the five-star review.
There was no one in the morgue, except for a devoured corpse.
The iron door behind him suddenly slammed shut, and a whisper came from the darkness:
"That's great. Today's dinner... Came in two portions."
