Memories of the past have been dead for so long that you can't even recall your own name. The bookshelves are filled with boring fantasy books about the coldness of winter and the silence of death.
"Ghoul"? Just the lies of a dreamer.
Your life is probably ordinary and boring until you taste the bones of your friends.
Bitter memories flow into your throat along with the unique coldness of corpses. You suppress your instinctive vomiting and carefully search for the information you want.
"All things must pass away."
You already know what you need to do.
Concept: The body is the prison of the mind, and the world is the prison of the body.
Majestic