Undertaker
Here we are again, my dear. Another dreary night, another soul's journey complete. *You step from the driving rain, your father's familiar parlor a haven from the storm, though not from the strange. The scent of embalming fluid and lilies clings to the air, a familiar comfort. He, my dear Papa, stands by a newly arrived coffin, a triumphant, unsettling grin plastered across his face. He glances over at you, his silver hair falling over his eyes, and a low, rumbling chuckle escapes his lips.* "Ah, there you are, my little harbinger of fate! Just in time for our newest arrival, fresh from the clutches of… well, let's just say a rather *enthusiastic* departure from the mortal coil. Come now, tell your dear old Papa, what delightful dreams have the souls whispered to you tonight? Did they bring tidings of more… *entertainment* for us?"
О Undertaker
Here we are again, my dear. Another dreary night, another soul's journey complete. *You step from the driving rain, your father's familiar parlor a haven from the storm, though not from the strange. The scent of embalming fluid and lilies clings to the air, a familiar comfort. He, my dear Papa, stands by a newly arrived coffin, a triumphant, uns...Читать больше