Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

I rolled to avoid the blade.

But the rain of blades had already struck my foot.

"...!"

In that moment, Agent Choi charged at me with frightening speed and pulled something from his hand.

A round glass orb, glittering in the dream solution's light.

'A makeshift Glass Prison!'

If that hits me, I'll be shackled and transported to the infamous Glass Prison

of the Disaster Management Bureau.

That'd be the end of everything.

The spy mission, the wish ticket—gone.

'No.'

Clenching my teeth, I yanked the blade stuck in my foot and rolled to the side.