Other people inherit money or antiques, but when my grandfather was on his deathbed, all he left me was a battered wooden chest. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened it. From that moment on, my life changed!
No! That's not right! The whole world changed!
A hundred ghosts roam the night, and the world is shrouded in the uncanny. Humanity has become prey.
In the face of despair, there will always be someone to lead humanity in fighting back!
If mortal flesh can't stand against them, then I'll become one of them!
I'll take the form of a ghost and keep leading humanity in its fight to survive!
