I Found a Mysterious Phone, and the Jobs I Get Are Pretty Sinister

While delivering takeout, I got caught in the rain and my phone broke, so I picked up an old phone someone had left behind and made do with it.

Who knew the phone concealed a bizarre order-taking System? The deliveries weren't takeout, but mysterious packages sent across time and space.

A manor on a rainy night, an underground tomb, the imperial capital from a thousand years ago, even the ruins of an abandoned ancient village: it would send me anywhere.

Other people earned a few bucks per delivery. I earned half a year's wages for an ordinary person with each one.

At first, I thought it was a windfall, but as the orders grew increasingly sinister, I realized that the more money I made, the more dangerous it became.