The Underworld’s Last Yin Ghost Constable

Born in a year, month, day, and hour of yin, in a world overrun by ghosts, a newborn’s cry rang through a coffin shop. The child was born with a yin spoon in his mouth. Eighteen years of growing up out of place among those around him had made Liu Yin’s memories all the clearer. Suddenly, he remembered: he was a yin constable from the underworld. Somehow, though, he had become human. Looking out at the world around him, where ghosts ran rampant, he couldn’t help but wonder: “Why haven’t my colleagues from the underworld arrested them? Could something have gone wrong? I need to investigate.”