In the modern world, I am the sole inheritor of an intangible cultural heritage: ancient funeral rites. My grandfather is a reclusive Feng Shui master, and I grew up among graveyards, mastering every folk taboo and ancient practice, from preparing corpses and securing coffins to dispelling evil and changing the Feng Shui of a site.
My parents died young. My grandfather was framed by a crooked colleague and met a gruesome death in a sinister plot. I was left with enormous debts and vilified across the internet. Just when I had nowhere left to turn, I was dragged into the Burial of the Weird space.
