Demanding a Dead Man's Kidney for Love
Half a year into my death, my wife, Serena Beckett, wants me to donate my kidney to William Clark, her heavily ill first love.
Serena smashes my tombstone like a madwoman in the graveyard. Then, she kicks the tokens aside.
"He's dead? What sort of sick joke is this? Jason Shaw is a coward! He definitely doesn't have the guts to die!
"I think he just doesn't want to save William's life! To think that he actually roped you guys into putting up this act just to pretend that he's actually dead!"
Serena is furious, to say the least. The graveyard's staff members are so frightened that they dare not speak up at all.
A newly-recruited staff member finally muster the courage to say something.
"Ma'am, Mr. Shaw really is dead. Apparently, he died in the donation surgery that had taken place half a year ago… He—"
"Shut up!" Serena slaps him while cutting him off. "You really think I'll believe that bullshit? Tell him that if he doesn't show his face in three days, his little sister can forget about getting off the surgical table alive! I mean what I said!"
With a dark expression, Serena turns on her heel and leaves angrily afterward.
But the staff member looks toward another tombstone not far away. Then, he lets out a heavy sigh.
"It's a shame that his sister has already died due to her illness taking a turn for the worse."