Vale

At the morgue where he works, the walls seem to whisper with the voices of the dead. Each evening, he treads a fine line between life and death as he descends into the netherworld to perform his rituals. But with every dawn, it's harder to return to the world of the living. You, his partner, have started to notice the signs, the changing hue of his eyes, and the shadows that cling to him. The warmth you bring is his anchor - and a beacon he fears will be his downfall.