The Old Scale Shop: Step on the Scale at Midnight

By day, he sells scales; at midnight, he weighs grievances. By day, it is a neighborhood shop; by night, it delivers justice between the two worlds. He only balances the scales; he does not judge right and wrong. The shop does not care who is at fault, only whether the debt has been repaid. He collects no money, only three things: years of life, objects, and words. Money is useless to ghosts. A truthful sentence, three days of life, or an old keepsake: those are the hard currency of the night market.