The Taxi of the Dead

I came from a unique background and carry a unique destiny. Now, I drove a taxi.

During the day, I earned my living by driving people around. At night, I earned merit by ferrying ghosts. I neglected neither side of the job.

One day, while driving through the suburbs, I came across three people standing in the middle of the road, blocking my way.

As soon as I stopped, a man dressed head-to-toe in luxury brands strode up and banged on my window.

I glanced at the passenger in the backseat, my expression troubled, before rolling down the window.