“Have you ever asked yourself...how was being dead? Well, catch his answer from me. My name Grayson Miller, a homicidal and...I was dead. It was fun.” There was no rules for this guy. He walked down the streets of the city that never sleeps, he danced. But even having fun he found something that he knew it was by sure going to break every rule that the dead could have. He found a girl. Emely Smelt. A suicidal. And she could see him. She was a human. There were no rules for him. So why would there be rules on this love?