I'm twenty-four years old, a soul-locking ghost officer in the Netherworld. I have no memories or feelings, and I follow the rules of the Netherworld in everything I do. Then one day, I met her, and she wanted me to recover the memories of my past life. Why did I die? What caused my death? And why do the other ghost officers have memories, when I'm the only one who doesn't?
Every day, I carry out the same soul-locking work. In the early hours of the morning, footsteps can always be heard on the deserted streets, coming closer from afar, steady and unhurried, each step perfectly rhythmic. Then a hissing sound rises from the ground. That's the sound of my soul-locking chains.
I've grown indifferent to partings between the living and the dead, and accustomed to the tangled affections of lovers. In my eyes, death means the end of everything. No matter how much two people loved each other in life, once they enter the cycle of reincarnation after death and drink Meng Po's soup, they'll forget their past lives and everything that came before. They'll be reborn, beginning the next life anew. And my job is to lock their souls.
