Demon Manual

"You damn wench, is this why I raised you?" A middle-aged man screamed in anger, slapping a girl that seemed to be in her teens. The slap was strong enough to imprint his palm on her cheek.

"Dad, I love him. Didn't you promise me before that you'll marry me to anyone I want?" The girl shed tears, clenching her cheek that had reddened, coursing a stinging sensation in her. 

"Fool!" The middle-aged man bellowed. "He's a Ghost Appeaser. Do you know their job? It's to be possessed by a Nightmare and get killed. I won't allow my daughter to live as a widow for the rest of her life." 

"But, can't you make an exception?" The girl begged him. "Our Su Clan has a lot of Ghost Appeasers. Won't the disappearance of one not even be noticed?"