Everyone in this world is Dead.
Well, almost dead.
Somewhere in between.
At least that's what the strange lady told me
after pulling my body out of the ground,
fixing me up to look like a Beautiful Living Woman
and giving me the name of Winter. Whoever that is. I have no memory of my First Life,
but I'm promised that will come back. Someday.
And according to everyone
in this civilized...