My family has run a shroud shop for generations, and I grew up depending on my grandfather. I have to find out how my parents died. The letter they left behind, my grandfather's sudden disappearance, and countless paranormal encounters have dragged me deep into the cracks in a world I can't see. The clues I'm following are giving me a headache: a body hidden in a sewer, a river by the mangroves, a box inside a stone on the north bank... Then I unexpectedly discover that my own origins are a mystery. Who was I in my past life?
A stuttering, submissive uke vs. a tough, calculating seme
An unknown woman latches onto me, claiming that from now on she'll share my bad luck. Poking at my wounds, she says, “You still make me worry about you.”
I swing back at her. “Shut your... your mouth!”
She suddenly twists my arm, breathes hot air by my ear, and says, “Move again, and I'll take care of you right here.”
This woman really is crazy!
This is my first work. I hope you all like it. If you are not good at writing, you can practice it. Come on.