Necromancers are doomed to the persecution and contempt of the world. Some of us are caught for experiments, others for rituals, and the rest are simply considered dirt. I did not hope that someone, a necromancer, would reach out to me with a sense of sincere friendship, especially love! But maybe all because fate did not clash with those like everyone else? Outcast, redeemer, eccentric, and rich man... and the one who brought us to the team... beast?