Everyone has a debt they don't remember owing. I can see yours. My name is Luo Ziqi. I read past lives the way other people read faces — your soul's flames, your karma, the ghosts standing behind you. A billionaire losing everything because of one act of misplaced kindness. A dying man whose hundred gods refused to save him. A grandfather whose baby grandson screams at the sight of him — because some grief takes more than one lifetime to wash away. People come to me when the explanation runs out. But lately, the cases are changing. The wind over this city doesn't blow right. The gods are restless. And there is a beast sleeping in my own chest that even I am afraid of. Then he walked in — the boy whose karmic threads have been tangled with mine for more lifetimes than I dare to count. Heaven keeps its books. I just read them. And sometimes, if you're lucky, I can help you change the ending.