The Morgue
He’s worked the night shift for 40 years.
Silent. Alone. Forgotten. Elias Vane tends to the dead.
He never speaks much.
He never leaves town.
And he never asks questions.
But something terrible is buried inside Raven Hollow Mortuary.
Every time a body comes through…
Someone in the family disappears.
Gone.
No trace.
No memory.
And now, Elias is seeing things.
Whispers in the cold room.
Toe tags with names that haven’t died yet.
And a body has arrived with no records…
No ID…
Just one word on the tag:
Elias.
It’s his own face staring back at him.
Dead. Cold. Waiting.
Some debts are never buried.
He’s worked the night shift for 40 years.
Silent. Alone. Forgotten. Elias Vane tends to the dead.
He never speaks much.
He never leaves town.
And he never asks questions.
But something terrible is buried inside Raven Hollow Mortuary.
Every time a body comes through…
Someone in the family disappears.
Gone.
No trace.
No memory.
And now, Elias is seeing things.
Whispers in the cold room.
Toe tags with names that haven’t died yet.
And a body has arrived with no records…
No ID…
Just one word on the tag:
Elias.
It’s his own face staring back at him.
Dead. Cold. Waiting.
Some debts are never buried.
He’s worked the night shift for 40 years.
Silent. Alone. Forgotten. Elias Vane tends to the dead.
He never speaks much.
He never leaves town.
And he never asks questions.
But something terrible is buried inside Raven Hollow Mortuary.
Every time a body comes through…
Someone in the family disappears.
Gone.
No trace.
No memory.
And now, Elias is seeing things.
Whispers in the cold room.
Toe tags with names that haven’t died yet.
And a body has arrived with no records…
No ID…
Just one word on the tag:
Elias.
It’s his own face staring back at him.
Dead. Cold. Waiting.
Some debts are never buried.