'Life is okay, life will be okay. It's okay.' I repeat that every morning, every afternoon, every evening.

My family is gone. It was only my mother and father then me, but now they're gone. I can go on by myself, and it's okay. I work three jobs, get five hours of sleep at most, and am completely alone. I don't have to worry about relationships, friends, drama, or any other useless things.

'It's okay, I'm fine.'

Today in between jobs I decided to stop at the park to hang out with the local cat. It is a tiny tabby that loves people, it mostly sleeps all day snuggling on anyone that would let her, but sometimes it will play with twigs. It's a cute sight that everyone loves.

The park is a small thing, it only has a bench and a pair of swings that sit along the bank of a pond. I look for her but I couldn't see her anywhere.

"Mreow"

I turn my head towards the sound. Toma was scratching at the door of a run down building, I grabbed the cat before it could get in or cause any damage. Whatever is in that building is a no go; creepy run down buildings = death.

As soon as I lift my head from bending down the door seemed to have changed. It was still worn but not as bad, and when I turned around I got the biggest surprise. The architecture and agriculture had changed into something completely different. The women were in dresses, carriages going to and fro; it all left me gasping like a fish out of water.

The door opens from behind me and I'm pulled in.

"Hello, m'deary. Do I have the pleasure of fitting you for one of m' coffins?"

"U-Um, …. What?"

He giggles and drags me along by the arm and sits me on one. Toma, who I had long forgotten about, follows after him when he leaves; then they soon return but with the strange man holding a beaker of water, I guess?

"Where am I?"

"Hm?"

"I-I, um, don't really know where I am."

"Oh really? W'ts your name deary?"

"_"

He giggles once again.

"Let's make a deal deary. Until you figure out where you are and what you need to do, you'll be working as my assistant."

"Wha-What? Can't you just tell me where I am?"

He just places a finger to his lips letting me really take in how long his nails are, "First we must prepare a coffin."

I give him a questionable looks, but he ignores me and goes to the back room. I follow and when I get there the stench of blood hits my nose, I hold my nose and reel back in shock.

Laying on a slab of metal was a corpse, freshly dead. It was a woman in her early twenties, her throat was slit open. If not for the wound, I would have thought she was sleeping from her relaxed expression. The man goes over to the coffins that were stacked against the wall, then placed it next to her. Then grabs a bucket near her arm that is hanging off the edge, he cuts her arm so the blood drips into the bucket. He grabs some thread and a needle and starts to sow the jaw together by the gums so the jaw is centered. After He cuts open the stomach and starts taking out organs and placing them into beakers, and I start to feel sick.

After the ordeal and the body is done being prepared I haven't puked, but the next thing he says makes me wish I had ran out of the room.

"Now you shall prepare the next."

"What?"

I go bugged eyed. I could barely get through this one what makes him think I could do the next? Though I feel like I don't have a choice, and either way they're dead, what does this matter to me for?

I walk up and grab a coffin and see another corpse on another slab that I must have looked over before. I set the coffin next to him and grab a knife and bucket; I swallow my saliva and make the first cut. The blood pours out and I almost get overwhelmed by the stench of it. I get the leftover wire and needle from the man and sow the jaw together.

'I'm just helping, right? Either way why am I doing this? I don't know his name even, why am I helping? And why does it look like I'm in the victorian era?'

My mind gets clouded with questions and I do my task, and once I'm finished I feel so light headed. Now sitting on one of the coffins in the main area from when I first walked in I try to catch my breath. The man was assessing my work and finishing up anything else most likely, Toma had come back to comfort me which helped a lot at least.

I get up and walk to the window and think about before, it looked so strange. Actually nothing is as strange as what I just did.

I look outside the window and am shocked to what I see, dresses of Victorian fashion were on the women, all poor looking as well with the men and children. Buggies pulled by horses, and sick people littering the streets.

I'm not home that's for sure. Is that what he meant? His words were so strange, but now I think he has more knowledge to what's happening than anyone ever could.

I'm suddenly turned around and the man from before is up in my face, it first I think I did something wrong, but he instead gives me his laugh and a pat on the head.

"G'd work m'Deary. Far better than anyone who worked for me before!"

He gives me a cookie which I take with suspicion.

"It's been a slow day so just rest for a while until someone comes in then we'll get back to work."

Those words I dreaded to hear. I feel like it's going to be a while before I can actually eat that cookie.