A corpse seamstress has three rules: never sew a headless corpse, never sew a mother-and-child fiend, and never sew... someone who's still alive.
I inherited my family's corpse-sewing shop, and on my very first night, I put in the wrong stitch. Now ninety-nine corpses are lined up outside the door. They say I either sew them all up, or they'll tear me apart and use me to fill in the gaps.