As True as a Dream

“Aaahhh! It’s a ghost, He’s supposed to be dead!!! Ack!!!”

That night, she was caught in the explosion at Namdaemun and woke up in a cemetery on the northern outskirts of Gyeongseong.

Hae-Joo looked at her diamond-encrusted pocket watch and thought she was lucky.

But then…

“Aren’t you the ghost?”

“What…?”

“The money ghost.”

Long, slightly drooping eyes, a radiant white face, and lips as red as camellia flowers. The moment I saw that beautiful face under the fox mask.

Something is definitely wrong, Hae-Joo thought.

“You better not think about running away.”