I lost Angeles

I encountered the man from my dreams in reality.

But he had already passed away.

The psychic said this was an ominous sign.

I didn't believe it, yet after that day, I realized his prediction was spot on...

01

I was a mortician, always working the night shift.

That night, I encountered something strange.

The funeral home I worked for received a man who had died in a major car accident.

Unlike other deceased individuals, only one person delivered him over.

It was a tall woman.

She refused to have other morticians handle him, specifically requesting that I perform the body repairs.

I found her a bit odd, but since I worked in a crematorium, encountering a few peculiar people was not unusual.

Initially, I didn't care at all until she stopped me.

She looked at me with hostility and said, "His name is Calvin Shepard. Don't you remember him at all?"

02

Calvin Shepard.

I couldn't deny that hearing this name put me in a daze

It was the name of the man from my dreams.

My hand clenched tightly the side of my pants. If I weren't wearing a mask, the tall woman would surely see the terror on my face.

Instinctively, I glanced at the bed.

The man's right eye was destroyed, his chest covered in blood, the cuffs of his blue shirt washed to a pale hue, and he wore no shoes. A large patch of skin was missing from his right foot, making his body look gruesome.

Yet, for some reason, I felt that this was the man who had appeared in my dreams multiple times.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine.

I actually had dreamt of being intimate with a dead man.

03

"I'm talking to you. Why don't you answer me?" The woman's voice tinged with impatience rang out, snapping me back to reality.

I looked up at her and asked, puzzled, "Why are you so hostile towards me? I believe it's the first time we met."

"The first time? How dare you still play dumb? You bitch!" Her words were harsh, but I truly couldn't understand when or where I had offended her.

"Miss, I need to work. I'll be leaving now." I tried to push the bed away, unwilling to argue further with a lunatic.

But she was relentless. In a flash, she pulled out a wallet from her pocket and opened it, holding it up to me. "Look! Don't tell me you can't even recognize yourself?"