No one had imagined life after death like this: a barren stone desert under a pitch-black sky, a city that looks like a pile of stacked Gothic cathedrals, alleys where the skeletons of the deceased vegetate closely packed together. And no coffee. It is a bizarre, oppressive non-place in the afterlife, neither heaven nor hell, situated somewhere between earthly existence and the Last Judgment. And one day, due to a tragic domestic accident, Victor Tourterelle also found himself in this waiting room of eternity—specifically, exactly between two days, which earned him his new name "Mardi-Gras Ash Wednesday." With this fantastic parallel world, meticulously constructed and lovingly and painstakingly detailed, Ér.