She Stole My Cursed Dress—Now Death Follows Her

When I was seven, an accident turned me into a Shadow Walker.

Spirit money, burial garments, gold and silver ingots—offerings burned for the dead—I could use them all in the world of the living.

On New Year's Day, my younger cousin Rose came to visit with her family. They'd struck it rich a few years back, and she'd developed a princess complex to match. The moment she spotted my designer outfit, her eyes went green with envy. Limited edition. Only 999 pieces worldwide. Money and connections couldn't buy it.

She asked to borrow it for a few days. Wanted to show it off at school.