> I inherited a pawnshop that only accepts cursed objects.
> Bloodstained dolls, cursed wedding rings, man-eating antique mirrors… all have been pawned here.
> Every customer comes in despair, trading their possessions for a brief respite.
> I always thought I was helping people.
> Until one day, I saw the remains of a “cleansed” cursed object wriggle and crawl back into the depths of the pawnshop.
> Blood-red words appeared in the ledger: “Pawned: Chen Hui’s despair. Interest: her son’s reincarnated soul.”
> Scratching sounds came from the back door. A faded teddy bear was gnawing on the corpse of a stray cat.
> It grinned at me. “Daddy, hungry.”
