I was just a delivery boy until the day I almost got hit and killed.
When I was about to die, I saw the seducing ghosts and a world that shouldn't exist - the underworld.
According to the underworld, my birth date is extremely yin, and I am a rare candidate for the "yin world". From then on, during the day I was a rider traveling through the gloomy old city, and at night I was a non-staff civil servant who held souls for the underworld. I thought this was a gift from fate, until a mysterious organization calling itself "Yin Yang Pawn Shop" came to my door and told me a shocking secret passed down from my ancestors:
Make up the word count? So watery?