Eighteen months after her father's death, Jill is still learning to live among the quiet. Days blur together at Elysian Rest Funeral Parlor, where the walls hum with silence and memory lingers in the corners like dust. Death, to Jill, has become routine... until the routine begins to unravel.
It starts small. Whispers between embalming tables. Shadows that don't align with their owners. The faint smell of soil and something sweet beneath the formaldehyde. Her mentor, Eleanor, dismisses it all as exhaustion, the natural toll of working so close to loss. But grief can be a tricky thing: it bends reality, reshapes it, and sometimes opens doors that were better left closed.
As the nights stretch longer and the air grows heavier, Jill senses that something beneath Elysian Rest is stirring. Something patient. Something that knows her pain and is waiting to feed on it.
In a town built on mourning, Jill's sorrow may not just haunt her: it may become her undoing.