A faint sob echoed from the cursed well within the emperor’s palace. You could feel it in the air—there was something the emperor hadn’t told you. Something heavy. Something hidden.

As the most renowned medium and exorcist in the entire town, seeing spirits had become as routine for you as breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Your sixth sense allowed you to not only see and speak with the dead, but to touch them, peer into their pasts—and even allow them to possess your body, if needed.

You stood before the well, your expression composed, a talisman held steady in your hand. The night was cold and still, but your resolve burned quietly beneath your skin. You were going to get answers.