Driving the Living by Day, the Dead by Night

I was born with an unusual fate, and my life had been anything but ordinary. By day, I drive a taxi for cash. By night, I drive spirits for merit. Two jobs, two worlds, but neither one interfering with the other.

One evening, I was on the outskirts of the city when three people suddenly stepped into the middle of the road, forcing me to stop.

The moment I braked, a woman decked out head-to-toe in luxury brands banged on my window.

Glancing at my backseat, I hesitated, then rolled the window down. “Sorry, this ride’s already taken. You might want to wait for the next cab.”