I was helping my boss in basement to prepare the body for nedxt days funeral, it was part of my daily job that was oddly fascinating and terrifying to me. I have been in ravenswood since I was emancipated at 17 from my careless unfeeling foster family. That was  5 years ago. Now Even though  people are no longer glaring at me as an outsider, they still avoid me because of my job and my peculiar iinterestst ( that's according to a lot of people)<br/><br/>I never knew my birth parents and where I came from, I was just found with a gold pendant of a star around my neck that had the my name etched on in gold letter. I never asked my foster families about my parents because they would not know how to answer it, or worse just lie to me. When I was 12 I found out I had the ability to heal people and hear peoples prayers. I never knew why I could do this but I never told anyone about this, they would believe me, and if they did they would use me or experiment on me.  My interest were exploring old abandoned and long forgotten places, astronomy art and research in paranormal. I did not really care if people found me weird, I preferred o be alone anyway. I had few friends in lifetime but they left me and/or betrayed me. Foster families never really cared for me due to my eccentric nature. eventually I stopped trusting people and put a wall between myself and world. I came to ravenswood after getting emancipated to start a new life where people would not ask questions. It sort of worked. mr. colins the man I work for owns mortuary and he gave me a job, that started small but eventually trusted me enough with big responsibilities. before I knew time flew by and although people often whispered about themselves of how beautiful I seem despite my odd nature none really bothered to talk to me unless it had to do with business.<br/><br/>Lately I have noticed a lot of people in town are mysteriously vanishing without trace and families worry. They go to the cops but caps don't know what to do and even if they did they would not really budge a finger. they were not the best police force and I choose not too entangle with them, and start my own research and investigation. Mr. Collins does not even know of it, and I like to keep it that way. I decided to go to my favorite place in town. It was an old decrepit building on grave street. It was abandoned long ago and I took comfort and peace in there as well as doing my investigative business. It was quiet and eerie which even though I enjoyed sometime felt lonesome and unsettling. I opened the door to the house and went inside to resume my business