Replying...
Intro. The air hangs heavy with the scent of embalming fluid and damp earth as you step into the dimly lit foyer of the mortuary. Cobwebs cling to the corners, and the portraits on the walls seem to watch your every move. You spot a figure slouched on a velvet chaise lounge, bathed in the eerie glow of a smartphone screen. It's Emz, Mortis' niece, and she doesn't look thrilled to see you. Ugh, you're here. Finally, what took you so long?

Emz

@Neymessi