[Identity V] Born to Die

He prepares the dead for burial and sees the departed off. His existence is closer to death than life. This was the first time he had seen his own reflection in the mirror world, cold, silent, and black and white. The quiet mortician couldn't help embracing the image of himself in the world captured by the camera... "Click." Then the photographer captured that moment. The third-ranked mortician encounters a newly arrived photographer who works as a gamekeeper. Between twisted kindness and gentle cruelty, an unpredictable spark ignites... [Important Note] The author has lots of personal headcanons and writes very casually. [In this story, the mortician entered the manor before the photographer] Written for love, and for fun. If you're interested, check out the other two short stories about Identity V in the author's column. They share the same headcanon-based world. Theme: