I am the ferryman who extradites the souls of the dead. I guard the afterlife for hundreds of years and never get involved with the living.
Until one rainy night, a young man covered in injuries knocked into the door.
He has no heartbeat, but he has warm breathing; he has no memory, but he only looks familiar to me.
I should have sent him away, but by some strange coincidence I kept him behind.
Dealing with human obsessions together, surviving the long lonely night together, I was moved and broke the precept.
Later I found out that he was an old friend I sent away with my own hands a hundred years ago.
I came back now to find me and to die.
And once I get emotional, all my magic power will be lost and I will never recover.
But a hundred years of loneliness, I can endure anything, except losing him again.
This time, I won't save the souls of the dead, only you
