Haesu got up early, as usual. He took his shower, brushed his teeth. He put on his sober and elegant coat, slipped his smartphone into his inside pocket. Like every day, in this cozy restaurant, he enjoyed one of the best coffees in Seoul. Like every day, for the past 720 years, he consulted the list of upcoming deaths.
Hyesu is a dapper teenager who lives a pretty good dapper teenager life in a gang of five dapper teenagers. They share depressions and crushes. Life, you know. But Hyesu has a particularity, her grandmother is a shaman; and tonight she is going to transmit her powers to her.
Haesu had almost finished his day. Only one more soul to call. When suddenly the angel of death is caught in a whirlwind of forces: the soul of the dead is malevolent and escapes. While at the same time Hyesu becomes a shaman: BRABADAM! A spiritual and magnetic firework exploded, a gigantic short circuit in the path of souls! And the angel of death, the great, the prestigious, the infallible Haesu became the little totemic animal of the mischievous teenager and now apprentice shaman, Hyesu.