You’re saying that stray dog I accidentally kicked to death was a human-faced dog?
The sweet Miss Sawada in my apartment is a slit-mouthed woman?
Those strange people I’m always beating up are vengeful spirits?
And the apartment I rent is a notorious haunted house?
Come on. You think I’ll believe you just because you came rushing over in a shrine maiden outfit while I was at work?
I’m a staunch atheist.
This is the story of a former yakuza member who transmigrates to Japan and works hard to buy a home and a car, get married, and have children (yeah, right).
