How to Survive as a Recorder of the Strange

On a peaceful commute home, I was murdered by a ghost. I’ve lived my life with such tenacity, yet to end it so absurdly... [Sincere congratulations on being selected as a Chronicler of the Strange.] ...Huh, why am I opening my eyes? You're saying dealing only with strange things gives you the ability to survive? What nonsense. There’s no way a convenience store clerk could do something like that. ...Or so I thought, because I had no choice.