It wasn’t supposed to end like this, she was always going to kill me, or I was going to kill her. The thing is, now, I’m realizing— I didn’t want to, because of this kissing thing, or the fact that we’ve been a team for the past weeks, but I didn’t want to. And I’m thinking that Tzuyu didn’t want to kill me, either, despite the overwhelming evidence

"So you followed google's "recommended" instructions to cleanse the house from evil spirits and paranormal dwellings, but a devil was summoned by chance." The client nodded, her blindingly bright yellow bangs fluttering along. "But it’s a pity I didn’t get to meet the devil - my autograph might make me famous in hell." "Trust me, it's better that way."   Or, the gang of Ghost Be Ghosted Service are hired to sort out a spirit-cleansing ritual gone wrong. But the