I am a poor college student. I took out my grandfather's old books because I saw a goddess getting into a rich second-generation car, and started my weird career.
Grandpa told me in his dream that I am a ghost rescuer, and that I have rescued evil ghosts one after another in supernatural events.
But as I experienced more and more, I began to have doubts about my life experience. Who am I?
The emerging weird things also pulled me towards a huge conspiracy...
