Paper Hides the Living, I Subdue the Dead: I’m the God of Misfortune in the Mortal Realm

Bamboo is split into strips, and yellow paper is cut into people. Our family’s paper funerary shop sits at the end of the town’s darkest alley. For a thousand years, we have done one thing: make household goods for the dead. After inheriting my grandfather’s craft and vowing to change the fate that has weighed on my family for a thousand years, one strange, uncanny event after another begins to unfold. A grave for a mother and child buried deep in the mountains. Shadows stirring in an abandoned school at midnight. Screams coming from a dilapidated hospital. A bus driver shedding bloody tears... The Eight Characters and their ominous stars, a mysterious organization, the cycles of fate and destiny... At last, I realize that the knife and scissors in my hands do not cut yellow paper. They cut through the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead...