I'm a death masker.
Of course, this is not what I thought. If I hadn't been unlucky enough to be drawn by the Empire, I would never have done this. This profession is really terrible. I deal with dead people all day long, and everything I smell now smells like dead bodies. If I hadn't been able to contact those powerful bosses at all, I would have wanted to complain three times a day, suspecting that someone was targeting me in secret during the draw.
Well, it's definitely not that I have a bad face.
But in any case, my life is generally peaceful, just like any other ordinary citizen in the empire. Until one day, when I saw the face of the absolutely dead man I had made a death mask on TV, my peaceful life began to break like a mirror.