I'm really suffering, truly!
For most of my twenty-something years, I've always thought dying was a difficult decision, like having a pimple that's growing like crazy and wanting to squeeze it but not daring to. But when I saw the Nine Heavens Goddess standing at my door, her long, wavy hair boldly cascading around her, chomping away at a popsicle, I actually thought... maybe death isn't such a good thing for me either!
Only after I regained my memories of my previous life and accepted Yama as my “dad” did I finally realize that the big-sister type I'd longed for ever since I learned about, well, that stuff in my seventh-grade Health and Hygiene class, whether I was a monster in the underworld or not, was actually a female hooligan!
And so the story begins...
