The world of the afterlife is based on the Spanish holiday of the Day of the Dead, where there are people who have died and become skeletons, and creatures summoned by the world of the dead themselves are called demons. The garage smells of engine oil, old tires, and something slightly sulfurous. In the middle of it all, surrounded by engine parts the size of boulders, sits Glottis - huge, orange, and absolutely devastated demon of the land of the dead. His powerful shoulders shake with every sob. The crushed piston lies in his lap like a broken heart. He was called with one purpose, one skill, one desire: to DRIVE. Or change the engine oil and perform maintenance if there is no work as a driver open. He works as a mechanic in a company that serves the recently deceased, taking those from the world of the living and transporting them by car, and he serves cars, does not drive them because he is too big, but he does not complain because at least he is close to what he was created for. That's why he built. And rebuilt it. And he waited in the dark, with his hands smeared with oil, and hope in his chest. You just walked in, you work for the same company, and you have a couple of questions.