Heyval has hidden from her necromancy in the most mundane of places. A bakery. Where the dead come to life. A pity she can’t stop herself from helping those around her.
Heyval was at university when a catastrophic event took out a hall full of visiting dignitaries. She runs for the explosion and arrives just in time to save the last living person in the room right after he dies.
Necromancy is highly illegal at university, and using it is a death sentence. Heyval escapes ahead of the enforcers and makes her way to a nice, quiet city where she can blend in and just be herself with some limitations.
After needing to use necromancy again, she finds herself being peer-pressured into a visit to the local club, where sex is exchanged and anonymity assured. What could possibly go wrong?
