The screech of brakes exploded through the air. My mother’s final gaze was frozen in a pool of blood. I opened my eyes and fell into the Endless Loft, with a karmic debt value of -97 carved into my wrist!
For seven days, I would be trapped in a cycle of debt collection, each level different from the last. The Shadow Performer forced me to act out scenes of life and death; the Butcher stole the voice from my throat; the Bone-Running Doctor dug out my bones; the Skin-Painting Lady made me peel off my own skin to paint with it; and the Memory-Weaving Crone trapped me in an endless cycle of longing. One wrong move, and my soul would be destroyed, never to enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Only then did I realize: repaying my debt wasn’t the point. Judging the wrongfully dead in the City of the Wronged, earning merit, and climbing the ladder, that was how the Loft’s game really began!
But when my karmic debt was finally cleared and I reached the top floor, I became the Loft’s “new creditor”...
