Genn

Shocked by the sudden voice, Mors practically tripped on air as he stumbled into his cabin. Landing on his bum, he quickly tried to look around to find whoever spoke to him, but he found his cabin empty. Mors started to think, 'am I too tired and just hallucinating these things?'

What he didn't expect was another voice to respond, "Nah, you aren't hallucinating anything… I think hallucinating is just for the eyes. But what do I know? I am dead hahAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

After the voice started laughing, the laughter quickly got louder and louder until it was the only thing Mors could hear. Held his eyes shut to maybe take out some of the brain-shaking laughter he was hearing while covering his ear.'

After closing his eyes, he began to hear less and less before the laughter left ultimately. Opening his eyes again, he found one red blob right in front of him, seeming to still be shaking slightly. Giggling could be heard from it, like it was trying not to laugh at a joke it had heard. Staring at it in shock at this little blob, he realized that he didn't dream it. He really had seen some ghosts. They were real!

Quickly standing up again, Mors promptly moved closer to the red blob to take a closer look at it. Surprise and curiosity roamed through his mind as he tried to understand what this little guy looked like since every time he looked away, he would forget what it looked like. Laughing, the little red blob moved away as Mors chased after the little red ghost. Running deeper into the graveyard in a game of tag, eventually, the red blob slowed down near a particular grave.

Seeming to react to the tombstone, the red blob took on a deeper red hue before turning around towards Mors. Seemingly, it looked deep into his eyes as it started to shake again. Fearful of the dreaded laugh, Mors moved back a safe distance from the quivering blob. But unexpectedly, all it did was shake more and more as it grew in size. Growing larger and larger until it was larger than Mors's entire body.

Then before Mors's eyes, the red cocoon opened, revealing a muscular man in some really nice armor. Carrying a large broadsword on his back, he looked like an average human except for his red hair and crimson eyes. He had a symmetrical face with strong eyebrows and a very weak mustache on his lip. It looked like the faint memory of a mustache that once existed, which would have made Mors laugh if he wasn't still in shock.

He was looking at a hero. A soul that died in battle and helped humanity in dealing with villains. A real hero. Right in front of him!

Staring at the man for an uncomfortable amount of time, the receiver of those stares finally spoke, "Hello there, Mors, my name is Gennaiotita, but since it's such a long name, you can call me Genn! It's nice to meet you, Mors! I hope you can help me in my matters since they are important to me…."

Finally coming out of shock, Mors responded, "Well then, hello there, Genn! It's nice to meet you. But now I am wondering, what is it that made you die regretfully? And what can I do to help you? I might not be able to do everything, but I will try my best at it…."

Smiling at the older man, Genn told him, "Oh, you don't really have to worry about my main regret. All I wish for right now is for you to check on my sister… I worry for her… she was sick recently…."

Seeing such a simple request, Mors quickly replied, "Even though I would accept, I am curious about why you can't go and check yourself. I don't think anything can stop a ghost… you can go through things, right?"

Forcing out a laugh, Genn scratched his chin and responded with, "I would... it's just I can't leave the graveyard without being evaporated…. You see, adventure's bodies are apparently special in multiple ways. Keeping souls alive is apparently one of the things it can do… And if we aren't in an area with either a strong adventurers corpse or lots of weaker adventurers blood, then the soul just stops existing in this world."

Slightly weirded out about the part of partial existence, Mors asked, "Will you be able now with me? I mean, I saw you and the others entering my body… I am guessing you didn't do that for fun, right?"

Looking excited, Genn replied, "Yes, since now we are shielded by your body… Though we can't be too far away from you now since we would be erased. Oh yeah, don't worry about accidentally erasing us… Since that only will happen if one of us purposely tried to get away from you, and we would feel it…."

Sighing in relief at Genn's answer, Mors decided to pack a small bag since he thought he would be a while outside of his graveyard. Thinking about himself helping out the ghosts, and the fact that he will be away from the cemetery for a time, he will need to inform the Adventurer's Association about this. He couldn't let the dead heroes pile up outside of his gate, as he knew that Paramelo would just dump them out and consider his job done.

As he was grabbing a few things and putting them in his bag, Genn looked around the small shack the old man had. It looked like the bare minimum needed to live. He always thought that anyone on the graveyard side of the Adventurer's Association would get paid a lot since dealing with the dead respectfully was one of their main missions. But seeing the conditions of the old man, Genn felt a slight fire ignite inside of him, and a new rage inside of his body grew.

Deciding to ask about it, Genn spoke to Mors, "Why do you have such a small… 'house'? Like with the money the Adventure's Association gives you, you should at least have a medium-sized home… Not this small little shack."

Responding to the heroic Genn, Mors practically reports, "I am sorry to force you to see my small home. I usually spend most of the money on the graveyard. To keep it nice and clean and to get materials for the headstones"

Seeing the kind old man respond that way, Genn tried to explain, "It's alright. I was just wondering since the Adventure's Association tells all of the adventurers that we will be well taken care of after we die. Like proper burial, and everything… but it seems like they don't give enough to you… Forcing you to LIVE IN A FREAKING SHED IS NOT WHAT THEY PROMISED!"

Turning around, Mors found his hero staring at a wall as his eyes and hair turned a crimson red. Flickering black fragments sprinkled through his blood-like hair and eyes, giving Genn a threatening vibe. Shaken by whatever seemed to radiate off of Genn, Mors quickly stepped back from the enraged hero while trying to calm him back down. But before Mors could even try and calm down Genn, Genn just straight up disappeared from where he was.

Staying slightly frazzled about what just happened here for a few minutes, Mors tried to call out to Genn. But all he got was silence in return for his attempts, and after a few more minutes of just standing in the same place, Mors decided to finish packing to go on his trip to town again.

Grabbing his everyday bag with the last few coins he had for this month. He then closed up his small house and proceeded to walk back to the cemetery since his house was opposite the entrance to the cemetery.

Walking through the forest, he started to notice that the colors of the cemetery were actually more vibrant than before. Maybe after seeing the beautiful flowers in the spiritual place, the flowers in his regular graveyard just didn't seem as rich as before.

Chalking it up to that, Mors moved around his cemetery while checking to make sure everything was in tip-top shape before letting someone babysit his graveyard. He didn't want to leave them too much to do, as all they probably would need to do was watch over it for like a month.

Little did Mors know that estimation would be way off, as the world was a lot scarier than he could have imagined. But he wouldn't know this for at least a… few days.

As he traveled out with all the beautiful flowers, he saw something moving around in the distance. Something seemed to speedily be heading toward the exit, diving into each unique flower. After a moment, Mors realized that the thing seemed to be invisible as it zoomed between gravestones.

Taking a second, Mors followed the invisible thing out of the graveyard into the new possibilities in front of him.