My Years Doing Homework in the Funeral Home

I live in a funeral home and have been used to life and death since childhood. To earn tuition, I took a part-time job helping a buried girl with her homework. Then, a line of blood words appeared on the notebook: 'You shouldn't be here. She... is watching you.' After that, I was conscripted by the underworld messengers, saying my job now is to maintain order between the living and the dead. I thought they were joking until I saw a fierce ghost in a red wedding dress kneeling before me, begging me to take her home.