When my parents told me I was the next in line as guardian to a powerful and ancient stone, I thought they’d been smoking the crack pipe. Then they told me they’d lost that stone and I’d need to go to Tokyo to retrieve it, so I stopped worrying about their potential drug problem and started packing my bags.
What they didn’t tell me was that I’d be working for a creepy old man, with a team who hate me and a whole lot of paranormal weirdos wanting to destroy me.
And I’m supposed to be some kind of weirdo paranormal myself, I just don’t know what!
I’m a millennial. My life isn’t meant to be this complicated.