If your name is Love, but behind your back you are called Evil, life, by definition, cannot be simple. I was convinced of this when, instead of working, I found myself in another world. Straight into the pentagram drawn by a dropout girl with fox ears. And perhaps my heart would have fluttered if helping her had not been about finding her father and cleaning up their hotel for the evil spirits. Real, not like me! I just don't have a choice. And considering that we accidentally deprived the snobby inspector of his memory by dropping a lemur with a hammer on him... In general, I’ll have to hurry up. Well, I’ll raise a girl, build evil spirits, and an inspector... Labor made a man out of a monkey, really out of a mu. Zhika won’t do it? The main thing is not to fall in love with the result of such therapy