I haven't even found a job yet, and somehow I've become an underworld official, a judge who oversees the order of the netherworld... Damn, does it have to be this absurd? They said it was fate and dumped a stack of petitions on me without even giving me a choice. All I want is to lose myself in the mortal world and enjoy the good life, okay? Instead, I've been wandering between the realms of the living and the dead, dealing with bizarre tales and strange incidents that come out of nowhere...
