On graduation night, I confessed to the campus beauty I'd had a crush on for three years.
She smiled sweetly. “I really want to give you my heart.”
Then she actually reached into her chest, pulled out her heart, and slammed it into mine.
A literal heart-to-heart.
My adoptive father turned ashen. “Anyone who gets a ghost's heart won't live past twenty.”
I looked down at my chest. Two hearts were beating there at the same time.
One was mine. The other was the one the campus beauty had given me. My twentieth birthday was two years away.
To stay alive, I was forced to inherit a haunted-house agency.
A little ghost clinging to the back of a woman in red, a little girl bouncing a ball on a balcony in the middle of the night, a female ghost tied up in a school building's storage room... I exorcise ghosts, ward off hauntings, and eat ghosts. Yes, I mean “eat ghosts” literally.
The ghost's heart stirred restlessly inside me. Every evil spirit I devoured bought me one more day of life.
But the heart's original owner had vanished from the human world.
Then one day, while dealing with a century-old haunted house, I heard that familiar voice again:
“I told you we'd meet again.”
She's back.
But this time, it seems she wants more than just my heart...
