After I Died in a Horror Novel

Blurb:

I transmigrated into a horror novel, but by the time I realized it, I was already dead.

After death, I became a ghost, bound to a doll, and stuck at sixteen.

And so I decided I wasn't going to be human in this world! Being a ghost is awesome!

But I never would have expected this.

A master summoned by my family casually raised a hand and took me apart until all that was left was my head.

Me, with only a head left: ?

The black-haired man known as a master smiled as he played with a small knife in one hand and held my head in the other. Blood flew everywhere, like the scene of a murder.

Me, mysteriously left with only half a head: ???

Me: Master, I understand now.

I immediately dropped to my knees. So much for a ghost's self-respect!

Later, I learned that this man really was the protagonist of a horror novel. He was known as a walking, breathing ghost-juicer, perfectly capable of tearing vicious ghosts apart and squeezing them into juice. He'd turned himself into a ghost story among ghosts.

And I was just an emotionless, shameless, unpaid babysitter.

Until one day, the man held up my doll and told a horrified passerby that it was his wife. That's when I realized something was up.

This protagonist had a very strange hobby.

I thought you wanted my free labor, but it turns out you wanted my doll?!

1. A one-shot based on an outline.

2. A walking, breathing ghost-juicer, the male lead of a horror novel x a poor girl who becomes an unpaid babysitter after death.

3. Love you.

Theme: People shouldn't, at least not...