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.”