I took a late-night funeral-home driving job at three in the morning to make rent.
The passenger climbed in wearing a burial shroud, with a deathly pale face and no breath.
Blood-red rules suddenly rang out in my mind:
[Rule One: Do not look directly at the passenger’s face. Look, and you die!]
[Rule Two: Do not ask for directions in the Yin Market. Those who ask will lose their tongues!]
I thought I’d merely encountered a ghost, until I discovered
The driving app I was using wasn’t made for the living at all.
It filters the living, binds them to the Yin Market, and forces them to become chauffeurs for the dead.
What’s more terrifying is that my grandmother died last night,
and the burial shroud she wore was exactly like the one on my passenger...
Born with Yin Eyes, surviving by the rules, taking ghostly fares in the dead of night: accept a ride and you’re in the game!
