Nights on Duty at the Funeral Home

The night shift at the funeral home isn't meant for the living.

On Situ Ertiao's first night on the job, the old hand gave him just one instruction: If you hear anything at night, don't look back.

At midnight, an unregistered corpse appeared in the morgue. Its icy hand clutched his wrist and uttered two words: "Help me."

His grandfather left him an old book, Records of the Departed. Every time he resolves a dead soul's lingering wish, he gains a new ability: he can see the dead's final moments and touch things the living cannot.

By day, he's a night-shift worker. By night, the city's dead line up to seek him out.

There are people in this city who don't want the dead to speak.

Everyone deserves an answer in this life. He'll collect every debt, one by one.