Entombment Notes

I can touch the memories of the dead souls, and thus see the deepest darkness of this city. As an undertaker, I thought this gift would just allow me to do my job better. Until I discovered cinnabar that shouldn't be there in the nails of a female corpse; and in her memory, I "witnessed" the entire process of being assigned to the dead. The funeral home is no longer the end, but the starting point to uncover the conspiracy. When the detective, the psychic and I formed an extraordinary trio, what we faced was a huge shadow that traded life and death.