Protector of the Clan

I thought I lived in an ordinary world—an ordinary IT specialist, albeit in a serious corporation. There was nothing supernatural around, and mysticism and all those mediums were just a setup for fools. But when I got hit by a car and became a ghost myself, I realized how wrong I was. About mysticism, too, and about mediums.
Now I’m offered to become one of the defenders of the light kind of the Dazhye—direct descendants of one of the Slavic gods—and to protect the world from evil spirits and their conduits. And it’s also a way not to lose myself completely when, after death, the soul of the world starts to draw you in for reincarnation.