In the Bunkyo District, the second basement level of the University of Tokyo Hospital is the morgue.
The cold white light shines in the morgue, and the cabinets and floor emit a faint silver sheen. The chilling atmosphere spreads without the need for any horror movie music.
If it weren't for the fact that his pension wasn't enough to live on, the old man wouldn't have taken up the job as a morgue security guard at an age when he could join the ranks of the cold cabinets at any moment.
But all the previous complaints vanished today.
He even felt fortunate to have this job; otherwise, he wouldn't have encountered such a stunning creature.
The enchanting scent of her perfume diffuses from her voluptuous body into the air as a tall foreign beauty walks past him.
Golden waves cascade over her shoulders.
Underneath, she wears a white blouse, topped with a black leather jacket, paired with a figure-hugging leather skirt and deep purple stockings that tightly wrap around her legs.
