With the nurse’s reassurance, Nathan relaxed. It was all part of the tradition—nothing to worry about. The strange noises, the unsettling feelings—they were all just harmless pranks designed to mess with his head. He let out a quiet laugh, realizing he had been far too jumpy the night before.
That night, Nathan walked into the morgue with a sense of calm. He wasn’t going to let the pranks faze him. After all, it was all part of the job. The strange noises, the rustling, even the eerie silence—he had been prepared for it. He was ready.