The day I became a corpse retriever, my grandfather passed down seven rules.
Never take the boat out at night. Never retrieve a corpse with no roots. Never take the dead who died unjustly... And never refuse the seventh request.
I followed them faithfully, until the day I was forced to take the boat out in the dead of night to save my younger sister.
On the boat, the female corpse I had hauled aboard with my own hands slowly grinned:
