It's three o'clock in the morning and I'm working the night shift at a funeral home.
The corpse in the freezer suddenly called my name.
After that day, I began to hear the voices left behind by my "dead self".
Don't look back.
Don't open the door.
[In three minutes, you will die in the stairwell.
I originally thought it was just an illusion.
Until "echoes of the dead" begin to appear throughout the city.
Someone died.
But they... Still come back.
