Keeping his promise to a ghost, Polka returns to his family's mansion with Misaki in tow. Can the necromancer fool the people who know the real Polka best? And can he save them from an unknown threat without arousing their suspicions?
Like soft flesh... 
that I'm just dying to burn.
.مثل الجلد النظر... الذي أتوق لإحراقه
Es riecht so schön nach zartem Fleisch,
Carnes tiernas
que me muero por chamuscar.
Carnes tiernecillas
que me muero por chamuscar.
Celle d’une chair si tendre
Mi fa venire voglia di bruciare qualcosa.
Uma pele macia que dá
vontade de queimar.
Так пахнет нежная плоть…
которая умоляет, чтобы я её сжёг!