Ever since I fell seriously ill at the age of five, I’ve had the same dream over and over.
Grandpa said I could never marry in this lifetime. If I did, it could only be to a vengeful ghost who had crawled up from the depths of hell and endured boiling oil and flames.
And even then, it would have to be of my own free will.
Then I met him, the vengeful ghost who had crawled out of hell.
My collarbones are the shackles that have imprisoned him for a thousand years.
They restrict his freedom and seal away his ghostly powers.
All he has to do is earn my trust and get me to willingly stand before him and cut my collarbones apart, inch by inch, grinding them to pieces...
He will gain his freedom, while my life will be ruined forever.
