Livestreaming Misfortune: I Run for King Yama in the Underworld

After my former company made things difficult for me and I quit, I unexpectedly got a job as the dorm manager at an apartment building.

But why do all the people living here seem so unusual?

A former consul with a long tongue, a smiling tiger dressed in a suit and tie.

It's clearly an apartment building, so why did I see myself on the eighteenth basement floor...

My limbs were soaking in jars like the ones used for formalin.

My head was on an altar, and my body was bound with red ropes.

What is this? Is it really me, or just a nightmare?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.