Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
All it took was clunking on the souls head by Rower and the souls had dispersed from the surface of the water. On the Grim's question, Belle's eyes moved to look at him, "I told you I am not dead. I am still a living and breathing person," she said but the Grim reaper was still not convinced.
"Why did the water souls come for you?" asked the Grim Reaper.
"It is complicated," answered Belle because there was no easy way to say that her soul had torn to another soul because of the scavengers. Pushing one of her hands on the ground to stand up, Belle pleaded, "I need to find my way back to the land of the living. If you could tell me the way to go out of this forest, that would be good too," if what Rower said was true, she was the only one who had come out from the river of the dead.