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The man suddenly yanked down the zipper of his wife's pants, and buried his face against her body. He inhaled her familiar scent greedily, but not because he had lost control from desire. What was stuck in his mind was the dish she had just placed on the table. The moment Jack saw the raw chicken meat, he immediately threw up. When the vomiting finally stopped, he rushed back to his wife. Terring her clothes off in a frantic, almost possessed state, he desperately inhaled her scent, because only then did he feel, like he was still alive. The man's name was Jack. Not long ago, he had been a respected cellist. His salary wasn't high, but his wife Lucy never complained. In fact, she often encouraged him at night, but those peaceful days ended far too quickly. On that day, after their final concert, their orchestra was suddenly disbanded. Jack lost his job overnight, looking at the rent bill for their expensive apartment. He felt an overwhelming pressure crushing him. His wife tried to comfort him, saying the hard times wouldn't last forever, but even her support wasn't enough to help him recover from the blow. In the end, he sold his beloved cello. It felt like his heart was being torn apart. With the money, he paid off their rent debts, and moved with his wife to the countryside to live with relatives. Every day after that, Jack searched newspapers for work, but the problem was simple. Besides music, he didn't know how to do anything else. Then one day, an advertisement caught his eye. A company was looking for an assistant, to accompany tourist groups. No experience required. Jack immediately went for an interview, but when he arrived, he froze in confusion. It was a half-collat house, on the outskirts of town. In the corner, three coffins stood silently. Jack turned to leave, but at that moment the owner, Tom, walked in. He skimmed Jack's resume, said nothing more, and simply announced he was hired. Before Jack could even ask for details, Tom raised five fingers to indicate the salary. Jack was instantly tempted. The number was far too high to ignore, but when he finally learned what the job actually was, the smile disappeared from his face. It wasn't a tour company at all. It was a funeral service. Jack wanted to refuse, but then the boss handed him an advance payment. $20,000 for just the first day. That evening, Jack brought home his wife's favorite beef, and tried to make it a small celebration. He never told her what his new job was. He felt ashamed of it. From that day on, he went to work every morning with a heavy heart. One day, the boss picked him up for another assignment. The body had been left in the house for two weeks. Before anyone found it, the moment Jack stepped inside. The stench almost made him collapse. maggots crawled across the decomposing body. His stomach turned violently. He worked through the nausea and disgust, forcing himself to finish the job. When it was over, he took the money and went home. Even on the boss ride back, the nightmare stayed in his mind. Suddenly, the noise in the cabin pulled him back to reality. And then he realized, the smell of death had soaked into his own body. He got off at the next stop and went to a bathhouse, trying desperately to wash it off. But no matter how hard he scrubbed, the feeling of filth inside him didn't go away. When he returned home, he saw his wife setting the table. Lucy had prepared his favorite dish, raw chicken sashimi. The moment Jack saw the raw meat again, he vomited into the sink. After emptying his stomach, he rushed to his wife and began tearing at her clothes. He inhaled her scent desperately, trying to push away the darkness inside him. That night, he couldn't sleep. Jack took out his old cello, the one he had kept since childhood. Inside the case were old sheet music papers, wrapped around a stone. Memory slowly pulled him back into the past. That stone had been given to him by his father. When he first started learning music, but in his memories, his father's face had already faded, leaving only blurry shadows. The next day, Jack stood by the river, lost in thought. He noticed a few small fish, swimming stubbornly against the current. While downstream, dead fish floated along the surface. That sight only deepened the crack in his mind. At that moment, the boss arrived in his car, and called him out for another job. This time, the deceased was an elderly woman, who had worked herself to exhaustion her entire life. After the farewell, Tom gently washed the body, cleaned her face, and dressed her properly. Every movement was careful and respectful. He treated the body, not as something lifeless, but as something precious, he concealed the suffering and pallor. That had distorted her features, restoring her dignity and peace. Watching this, Jack suddenly realized, the profession of a ritualist can be.