Ancient book restorer × Abyss pawnshop owner
A strange thing happened all over the world, and everyone was running for their lives. Only I was bowed and called "Sir" by them.
The corpse in the funeral home sat up and handed me a bloody copper key: "Sir, the three-hundred-year lease is up and it's time to renew."
On the midnight bus, the headless driver turned to me and asked: "Do you want to redeem the 'fear' you pawned last time?"
I flipped through the yellowed ledgers and kept accounts in the morgue.
It wasn't until the red-clothed ghost smashed my counter that I remembered that I had pawned my "death" with my own hands.
And now, the entire horror world is my debtor.
