To die at seventy-three—and even on the toilet in your own apartment—then to come to in the body of a sixteen-year-old latrine cleaner. An unexpected twist, right? Now your job is to strain every night, dragging heavy buckets filled with foul contents. But our hero isn’t the type to meekly accept the blows of fate. With his new body, he gets new chances too—chances he could only dream of in his previous life. So this isn’t the end—rather, it’s just the beginning.