The red oil can rose inside the funeral tap between Erebos's trapped fingers.
Water from the burial shaft turned its handle sideways. Through the warped image, Darel carried the can across the monitoring room while three other workers cut black cords from the table Jade had pulled against Kestra's floor.
Omina saw the color between his knuckles.
"Tell the man carrying that oil to set it down."
Her lower green bar held Erebos's shadow flat against the rail. The upper bar pressed his elbow into iron. Yun-Jin's violet thread ran from his wrist to the funeral engine axle and shortened with every wheel turn.
Erebos bent the finger beneath the tap until Darel's face cleared in the water.
The man wore his exit chit inside his collar to keep the room from charging it as abandoned property. He had accepted monitoring work for two roof shares and a door that was supposed to open after his final shift.
