Night, the lights flicker in the Funeral Shop.
A western corpse swathed in cloth from head to toe, much like a tightly wrapped bandage, desperately tries to escape!
Yet no sooner had they taken a few steps when the grinning Shopkeeper grasped their ankles, dragging them back with brute force.
The sound of claws scratching the floor echoed, leaving marks on the surface like the final lament of pure white lilies before their defilement.
In the corner, a male corpse trembled; he never anticipated that just as he revived, he would find himself in the distant East, pursued by an Eastern death god akin to Anubis.
On the cold platform, another female corpse had lost the courage to resist, despairingly watching the shop door as the shroud wrapping her was peeled away layer by layer by her Eastern counterpart, resembling an oriental pharaoh.