My name is Jiang Lin. Three years ago, I worked as a mortuary makeup artist.
That day, as I was putting makeup on a woman who had died in a car accident, she... smiled at me.
After that, the resentful spirits of the dead began coming to me, asking me to fulfill their wishes, avenge them, and guide their souls onward.
I thought I was only helping people "put their best face forward,"
but when the Soul Ferry Ledger slipped from the corpse's chest, I finally understood:
I am the last soul ferryman, chosen for this duty.
Each soul I ferry takes three years off my life.
But if I don't ferry them, they will never leave.
From that day on, the funeral home was no longer just a place of work,
but a ferry crossing between the worlds of the living and the dead.
