The Black and White Impermanence come to claim lives in strange ways. The three hun and seven po are divided: the hun remain, while the po leave the body.
Only when corpse spots appeared on my skin did I realize I had already become a corpse. To stay alive, I had no choice but to search for my lost po. Morgues, ancient tombs, mass graves: wherever there was yin energy, I would be there. But if I was still alive, why was I so drawn to the world of shadows?
In the dead of midnight, when you hear chains clinking, prepare to make your final stand…
