By day, I ran a business serving the living. By night, I closed up shop and worked for the dead.
Number Seventeen Convenience Store sat in a bustling part of the city. From the outside, it looked perfectly ordinary, but it was connected to the boundary between yin and yang, life and death.
On my first day at work, I noticed something strange and tried to quit. That was when I learned I’d signed a life-and-death contract with the store. The only way out was for me and my friends to die.
To break the contract and regain my freedom, every midnight I had to endure the torment in my heart as I held “warm and friendly” conversations with the ghosts who came in to shop and ask questions!
