Inheriting the express delivery station left by my parents before they disappeared, I originally just wanted to live a stable life.
Until late at night, a strange package came to the door that was unclaimed, had no address, and could not be thrown away once touched.
Touch = sign for receipt, sign for receipt = must be delivered.
The delivery is not an ordinary express delivery, it is the unresolved obsession of the dead, the unwillingness to die unjustly, and the regret that lingers in the world.
If I can't deliver it, resentment will come back, and I will become the next unclaimed stranded item in the inn.
From then on, other people's inns were open during the day and closed at night.
My inn - delivering packages to living people during the day, and transporting souls to the underworld at night.
Shrouds, old photos, blood-stained diaries, crying puppets...
Behind every stranded item is a horrifying and sad past event.
Break into a haunted house, solve unsolved cases, collect ghosts, and expand the inn.
Over time, the entire supernatural circle knew:
Don't mess with the young man who runs the express delivery station.
