The night shift at a funeral home is the most profitable and dangerous job in the city.
I took it for rent.
From then on, every midnight, whispers would be heard in the morgue.
They said that they did not commit suicide or accident, but were killed alive.
My colleagues disappeared, my master died tragically, and I became the number one suspect in a series of murders in the city.
All clues point to the tragedy of the fire that was suppressed decades ago.
And the only witness who could prove the real murderer was lying in the freezer in the morgue.
I have no superpowers and no backing.
I only have ears that can hear the dead.
This time, I want all those who died in vain to tell the last truth in the morgue.
Living people can tell lies, but only dead people can always tell the truth.
