On my first day after transmigrating into the role of the Fifth Mortician, I became interested in the coworker who looked at me with strange eyes.
Ah... That ashen face of his would be perfect for colorful makeup.
Perhaps I could be the one to prepare his body for burial.
[Mortician-and-photographer pairing, perhaps the protagonist simply wants to prepare bodies for burial...
Please note:
1. The protagonist is a pervert. There is no doubt about it.
2. The protagonist was already mentally unstable before transmigrating.
3. The original Carl is still here, but has withdrawn into himself.
4. An open-ended bad ending... or maybe a happy ending?]
Theme: Beginning, or never having left
