The struggle of a Skeleton Cook trying to survive in the Demon Lord's castle

Carrie Blackburn was a simple woman who wanted simple things. A good home and job. Plenty of time to enjoy her hobbies, especially cooking. Having good friends and maybe find her life partner one day. Too bad for her, life seems to have other plans.

Lossing her parents at the age of 9, then her grandpartens at age 14. Ending up at a poor orphanage and stayed there until she 18 and could finally leave that place for good. Making and lossing friends left and right as she struggle through school who seems to have all kinds of shit teachers that don't give much of a damn. Having to take several part-time jobs just to scrape enough money to afford a lousy two room apartment that barely have electricity and a working bathroom half the time.

But she made it work. By gods did she make it work somehow for the next 10 years. And then one night, one single spark to set the entire shit building her aparment was part of on fire and Carrie found herself in the great heavens.

Or so it should have been. Turns out life had one more 'fuck you' to deal her when she left the mortal coil.

'What do you mean with[Undead]!!? The hell is up with these blue boxes and why is the hell is creepy ass looking, half-rooting human thing looking at me like that?!?' are just some of the things that Carrie screams inside her head as she wakes up in a cyrpt with a Lich who is seemingly checking each and every single skeleton inside. She included.