I lived quietly and didn’t bother anyone. But one far from perfect day, one furry face let me down, and I found myself... in the selection process. Straight from the cemetery and the tender embrace of ghouls, and into royal brides. Laughed first - the priestess of Lady Death, and at the selection under the auspices of Lady Love. But the Merciful confirmed - you wanted a vacation - please, enjoy it. The idea was not bad - there is no need to put anyone to rest, there are no night shifts, they are fed with delicacies, they dress beautifully, again, you can enjoy the torment of the rest of those selected, as entertainment. And then trouble happened, and I realized... Why are you doing this to me, Madam Merciful Death... This is not a vacation, but a real business trip.