Records of Ghost Catching Across Three Capitals in Two Worlds

Heavy shackles press down on the prisoner burdened with sin, layered one atop another until he can barely breathe. A cold voice rings in his ear, especially clear in the lightless prison cell. “Travel between the human and ghost realms and serve us. This is the price of your continued existence. From now on, this is what you live for, until you die.” A disdainful smile, tinged with excitement, appears on his face. Frowning, he looks toward the girl behind the cold iron bars. “That female ghost is my partner? What rotten luck.”