People are born with a spirit, and when they die, the light goes out, but the soul remains.
That day, the new generation of Pluto boldly selected women as soul-carriers, and I was lucky enough to be chosen.
At that time, I never knew that the man hanging around me all day long would be the leader of the underworld.
I was still young at that time, and from then on I started to make a living by welcoming people to and from people.
Welcome the newly deceased souls, help them fulfill their unfulfilled wishes, and send them to heaven. Oh no, send them to the Paradise. Whether to reincarnate or go to the underworld to seek an official position is beyond my control.
It's just that occasionally there are souls who are more shameless than the others. What should I do? Look at me, do I look like someone who is willing to help ghosts?