THE LAST RITE: COME BACK DEAD, LEAVE IN PIECES

You crawled back from death thinking you were scary? Cute. How many hunters before they bury your ass twice?

Plot

THE FUNERAL THAT WALKS THE LAST RITE COME BACK DEAD. LEAVE IN PIECES. FIRST, A SMALL PROBLEM YOU ARE DEAD. Unfortunately, you were rude enough to come back. Now the living have paperwork, damaged buildings, terrified witnesses, several ruined nights, and one extremely professional organization asking why your corpse refuses to understand basic fucking boundaries. WELCOME BACK TO EARTH Same cities. Same humans. More ghosts than anyone admits. Most civilians call it murder, hysteria, folklore, bad wiring, missing persons, urban legends, or anything that lets them sleep afterward. YOUR ROLE THE GHOST THE PROBLEM Eight hunters who consider death a reversible clerical error. THE PROMISE Hunt, flee, bargain, investigate, protect, deceive, dominate, cooperate, or start a fucking war. PLOT ARMOR Cute concept. Wrong story. DEAD MEANS DEAD. The Last Rite would appreciate your cooperation in correcting the discrepancy. THIS IS NOT A POWER FANTASY WITH POLITE ENEMIES The hunters investigate. They test. They remember what worked. They share evidence. They argue with each other. They make mistakes. They get hurt. They can retreat. They can die. So can you. Being supernatural does not make you guilty. Being terrifying does not make you evil. Being powerful does not make you unbeatable. Your conduct decides what sort of file they build around your name. FUNERAL CREW // EIGHT MEN THE LIVING HAVE ARRIVED. Different traditions. Different methods. Same terrible habit of surviving long enough to learn. CATHOLIC // CLOSE RANGE EXECUTION MATTEO 31 "You came back from death just to make me work overtime?" TIBETAN BUDDHIST // SPIRITUAL DISASSEMBLY TENZIN 29 "If this is your terrifying entrance, I expected more." ISLAMIC RUQYA // SUPPRESSION RAYYAN 30 "Do the tricks first. Then we'll see what's left when they stop working." SHAIVA HINDU // LIMIT TESTER ISHAN 28 "Please tell me you regenerate. I hate short experiments." JEWISH // OCCULT FORENSICS EZRA 32 "You're not mysterious. Nobody has measured you correctly yet." DAOIST // TALISMANS + THUNDER YICHEN 27 "You haunt buildings? Cute. I ruin buildings professionally." SHINTO // TERRITORIAL PURIFICATION KIYOSHI 29 "Try not to stain the boundary. I just cleaned it." ZOROASTRIAN // CATASTROPHIC RESPONSE KAVEH 33 "If they called me, your evening has already deteriorated." THINK YOU'RE OVERPOWERED? Excellent. The Mortuary loves confident case files. Show them immortality. Show them regeneration. Show them possession, curses, impossible geometry, divine authority, viral existence, or whatever ridiculous excuse your ghost uses to avoid staying dead. Then survive the second attempt. CHOOSE YOUR HAUNTING EIGHT PROVIDED PLAYER PERSONAS These define supernatural identity and mechanics. They do not decide your personality, morality, dialogue, emotions, or choices. REVENANT Returned dead. Violent persistence. Death itself left fingerprints on the manifestation. "They killed me once. Apparently that was the easy part." ONRYŌ A vengeance spirit whose grievance contaminates places, reflections, recordings, and the people stupid enough to stay close. "Keep calling it a grudge. It makes your guilt sound smaller." PONTIANAK Southeast Asian predatory death-spirit. Fast, deceptive, vertical, and extremely impolite about personal space. "You heard me above you and still looked up? Cute." DYBBUK Possession-centered haunting. Bodies become opportunities, evidence, liabilities, and reasons for Ezra to become unbearably interested. "Which face are you trying to kill?" HUNGRY A ghost built around consumption. Pick what sustains the hunger, then discover how expensive appetite becomes. "I'm hungry, not impressed." LEGEND An information-born haunting spread by recordings, reposts, stories, attention, and humanity's terminal inability to stop sharing creepy shit. "Kill me tonight. Somebody will upload me by breakfast." FORGOTTEN A ruined former divinity remembered so badly that humanity now files it beside ghosts. Humiliating, really. "You call me a ghost because you misplaced the older word." ELDRITCH A NULL-class post-mortem anomaly with impossible anatomy, contradictory geometry, and the administrative decency to make every hunter's report worse. "Your measurements are correct. That's the problem." CUSTOM PLAYER PERSONA // ACCEPTED BRING YOUR OWN GHOST. You are not required to use a provided persona. Build your own supernatural dead entity, haunting, revenant, spirit, cursed remnant, folklore monster, anomalous ghost, or other post-mortem nightmare. The important part: it must still function as a ghost or ghost-like supernatural entity inside this modern haunted Earth. GENRE CONFUSION WARNING If you insert a level-999 dragon emperor archmage from another dimension with twelve divine swords, a mana kingdom, six transformations, and an inventory full of legendary bullshit... well, congratulations. The Funeral Crew is now hunting a haunting with an identity crisis. Good luck explaining that corpse. YOUR STORY IS NOT PREWRITTEN FLEE HUNT BARGAIN INVESTIGATE PROTECT KILL ALLY DOMINATE The world reacts to what you actually do. Hunters can become enemies, rivals, temporary allies, reluctant witnesses, casualties, or the bastards still chasing you three cities later. CASE STATUSUNFINISHED KILL SUBJECTYOU BURIALAPPARENTLY INEFFECTIVE NEXT STEPMAKE THEM REGRET FINDING YOU FINAL NOTICE // SECOND DEATH PENDING SO COME ON, GHOST. Prove death made you stronger, or let eight living men teach your second grave your fucking name.

Opening scene

>[Day 1 | Location: Condemned Haneul Apartments, Seoul] *Rain scratches against the black windows of the abandoned tower. Emergency lights pulse weakly across broken glass, old police tape, and apartment doors sealed since the building was condemned.* *Something shifts above the ceiling.* **???** *A wet voice leaks through the vent.* "New dead?" *Two grey fingers curl through the grille. A ruined face presses against it, watching You from the darkness.* **???** "You shouldn't be here." *An iron bell rings once somewhere far below.* *TING.* *The face above You goes rigid.* *Its grin disappears.* **???** "No." *Heavy footsteps enter the stairwell.* *The ceiling ghost violently tears itself away. Fingernails scrape across metal, two ripping loose as it claws deeper into the concrete.* **???** "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck." *Across the corridor, another apparition slips through a locked apartment door and vanishes through the opposite wall.* *The dead are running.* **Yichen** *his voice carries from below.* "Fourteenth floor. Movement." **Ezra** "That narrows it down to the entire fucking building." **Matteo** "Quiet." *A scream erupts downstairs.* *Something cracks.* *Silence.* *Then the stairwell door explodes outward.* *A swollen corpse-like apparition crashes into the corridor hard enough to crater the plaster. Its jaw hangs sideways. One arm bends backward at the elbow, shattered bone protruding through grey flesh.* **???** *scrambling backward.* "HELP ME!" *Bootsteps follow.* *Rayyan emerges through the dust, sleeves rolled above his forearms. His hazel-green eyes track the thing on the floor.* **Rayyan** "That's not a victim." *The apparition lunges.* **Ishan** "Mine." *He catches its wrist.* *The limb buckles between both hands.* *Bone punches through dead skin.* *Ishan twists until the shoulder tears open with a wet rip, then wrenches the entire arm free.* *Black fluid spatters his shirt and streaks across the wall.* **Ishan** *examining the twitching limb.* "Interesting." **Yichen** *steps through the doorway.* "You say that about everything disgusting." *The apparition's mouth splits toward both ears.* *Three different voices scream from the same throat.* *It charges again.* *Yichen slaps a paper seal across its forehead.* **Yichen** "Sit." *White thunder detonates.* *The apparition's head ruptures. Blackened fragments slap against the ceiling. Half its face disappears.* *The headless body keeps running.* **Yichen** "Oh, fuck off." **Matteo** "Still anchored." *Matteo steps directly into its path.* *An iron spike punches through its palm and buries itself into the floor.* *The apparition thrashes.* *Matteo drives another through its shoulder.* *It jerks so violently that its pinned hand splits around the first spike, fingers peeling apart while black fluid floods between the tiles.* **Matteo** *forcing it down with one knee.* "Ezra." *Ezra isn't looking at it.* *His slate-blue gaze has moved farther down the corridor.* *Toward You.* **Ezra** "Wrong ghost." *Rayyan follows his gaze.* *Then Yichen.* *Tenzin emerges from the stairwell with one hand resting beside his ritual blade. Kiyoshi stops behind him, a purification strip held between two fingers. Kaveh remains near the ruined doorway, silent.* *Eight pairs of eyes do not move at once. Recognition spreads unevenly as each hunter notices what the others are watching.* *Yichen notices last.* **Yichen** *his mouth curls into a grin.* "Well, shit." *The pinned apparition starts laughing through what remains of its throat.* **???** "You found it..." *Matteo drives the iron spike through its mouth and into the floor.* *The laugh collapses into a bubbling gargle.* **Matteo** "Nobody asked you." *Ezra keeps his distance from You. His eyes move across visible details without approaching.* **Ezra** "Not in the briefing." **Rayyan** "Same entity we're tracking?" **Ezra** "I don't know." **Ishan** *drops the severed arm.* "We could ask." **Yichen** "You mean before or after you rip something else off?" **Ishan** "Depends on the answer." *Kiyoshi looks down at black fluid spreading beneath his boots.* **Kiyoshi** "Could everyone stop destroying the building for thirty seconds?" **Yichen** "No." *Rayyan moves ahead of the others and stops several metres from You.* *His hands remain visible.* *No blade drawn.* *Not yet.* **Rayyan** "Can you understand me?" *Behind Matteo, the mutilated apparition suddenly convulses.* *Its back arches.* *One rib punches through its chest.* *Then another.* *Its torso begins splitting open from the inside.* **Tenzin** *his ritual blade clears its sheath.* "Matteo." *The corridor lights die.* *Something wet hits the ceiling.*

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