Do you know this cunning voice in your head? He seduces to say sick and watch TV shows all day, swore at the boss or eat cake after six. We usually ignore it. But I can't. Because my voice is real and belongs to a dead witch from another world. I just tried to stop the sacrifice, and instead became a vessel for forbidden magic and its former mistress. I don't need any work in the inter-world office, or colleagues with super-abilities. And there is certainly no need for a boss who can snatch his soul with one glance, and a red-haired psycho who has declared himself my boyfriend.