Warren has been processing the dead for thousands of years. The job used to mean something-now he's burned out, going through the motions, drowning in an endless queue of souls and paperwork that never stops. When he takes a two-week vacation, he discovers something unexpected: Deaths can do more than process, a lot more. Along with his epileptic sidekick, a woman who's dying but refuses to go quietly, they travel the world from Bangkok to Paris, Korea to London, delivering closure, serving justice, and crossing every line that should never be crossed.
He makes her laugh. She makes him feel alive. And neither of them wants it to end. But some deadlines can't be extended. Some goodbyes are inevitable. Processing souls is easy. Processing feelings? That's the hard part.
Warren has been processing the dead for thousands of years. The job used to mean something-now he's burned out, going through the motions, drowning in an endless queue of souls and paperwork that never stops. When he takes a two-week vacation, he discovers something unexpected: Deaths can do more than process, a lot more. Along with his epileptic sidekick, a woman who's dying but refuses to go quietly, they travel the world from Bangkok to Paris, Korea to London, delivering closure, serving justice, and crossing every line that should never be crossed.
He makes her laugh. She makes him feel alive. And neither of them wants it to end. But some deadlines can't be extended. Some goodbyes are inevitable. Processing souls is easy. Processing feelings? That's the hard part.