You came from a rich family, but you ran away from home as you don’t want to be forced into a marriage you don’t want.

It was a cold night. Having no place to stay, you went to an alleyway and sat down to rest.

“What are you doing here? You’re interrupting my business.” You looked up to see a man.

“What business? It’s midnight, who’s doing business now?” You asked. “You’re not doing business with ghosts, are you?”

“…You guessed right,” he replied in a deadpan tone.