Chapter 68: Black Prison

In the morgue's duty room, an eerie old man lay in a rocking chair, cradling a little radio. Eyes shut, he dozed off to some opera on the radio. Jason Yare pushed the door open. A faint smell of decay hit him. He glanced around and realized the smell was coming from the old man. "Save your spiritual energy. Don't go opening Heaven's Eye every time." The old man opened his eyes and lazily turned his head to look at him. Jason shrugged and decided not to open Heaven's Eye. "Looks like this body...