Soul Roar

An accidental death pulls an ordinary person into the world of the dead.

The Ghost King, Day Patrol, Night Patrol, Impermanence, Ox-Head, Horse-Face, Leopard-Tail, Bird-Beak, Fish-Gills, and Wasp: which of the ten posts in the netherworld will you choose?

Ghostly blue flames, a ghost-head token, soul-binding cold iron: they are coming to capture you!

The Ledger of Life and Death, the life-taking Judge's Brush, one stroke of its vermilion hook, and you're next!

There is a kind of person who, when utterly disillusioned, only smiles and says nothing. Such people are the most terrifying!

Those who want to die cannot die. Those who want to live cannot hold on to their lives!

Here, all life becomes meaningless. Only by growing stronger without end can you steal a sliver of hope for survival.

I don't care whose lover you are, or whose parents or beloved child you may be... Once killing becomes a habit, regret fades away.

To climb out of this mound of corpses, I veiled my eyes in blood red. Profit comes first; I eliminate anything that stands in my way.

I opened the door and stepped forward without turning my head. There is no going back: hatred fills the road home. I pursue them relentlessly, never forgetting my enemies' silhouettes. Beside the ancient road, all things cry out in terror and grief.