A voice from afar was calling out to her, echoing in her head. Tru. Help me. She was working another late night shift at the morgue and she still couldn't quite get over the fact that she had the ability to help people. Reliving days wasn't exactly something you could explain to someone without them thinking you're completely nuts. But, the thrill of being able to help someone get a second chance at life was well worth it.
The voice drew her towards one of the lifeless bodies in the room. When she moved closer to see the face, it turned, frightening her for a split second and whispered the words again. Help Me.