The Corpse That Undertaker-san Held

"It's rotting again."

"Mm." The woman nodded expressionlessly.

The man in black picked up the disinfectant supplies he'd prepared. "How is 'that person' doing today?"

The woman had grown used to the man in black disinfecting her. "Same as always."

The man in black laughed. "Even you say 'same as always' now."

The woman fell silent. The man in black picked up a threaded silver needle and continued, "Can you feel anything today?"

"No pain."

"Temperature?"

The woman watched as the man in black used the needle to stitch the rotting parts of her body back together. "No."

The man in black grinned and planted a kiss on the newly stitched wound, as if admiring a work of art he'd created.

"Take it slowly. There's no rush."

Theme: To save the world, save the God of Death first.