After my grandfather died, I inherited a funeral home and became bound to the Rules Horror System.
The price list in the shop reads: “Reassemble and stitch together a dismembered body. One extra stitch costs ten thousand.” “Pacify a spirit that died violently. Failure means double compensation.”
The first customer who tried to skip the bill experienced sixty seconds of “death” right in front of me. He woke up in tears and paid up.
They say the place you mustn't enter on this street isn't the haunted house. It's the “No Taboos” funeral home. But I'm the one standing behind its counter.
Every ghost is an unwritten rule. Solve it, or become it.
And I've never lost.
