I borrowed a brain f

Uncle San said, this is the custom of the mortician.,The downpour was torrential, the murky water swallowing the corpses whole. Thankfully, these were nameless, faceless drifters, their bodies incomplete. There was no need to be particular about such things.,His pupils contracted slightly, and before he could take a closer look, he heard his Uncle's voice in his ear. Then, right after, his right arm was bound with red rope, tightening until it hurt his wrist.。