The afterlife courier

In the heart of the city, hidden in plain sight, there was a small shop that no one seemed to notice. Its windows were covered in layers of dust, and its door creaked as if reluctant to open. The sign above the entrance simply read, "For Those Who Know." Few ever dared to enter, and fewer still were the ones who needed to.

Inside, it was quiet. The air was thick with the scent of old books and incense, a strange mix of calming and unsettling. Behind the counter, a man sat-his eyes unreadable, his expression stern. He was always there, waiting. Waiting for the inevitable.