My Journey Through the Underworld

Night fell, and the whole city sank into darkness. That was when my nightmares began. I was born on the first day of the tenth month in the lunar calendar, the day people burn winter clothes for the dead. It is a festival for the deceased, and an ill-omened day. My name is An Xin, meaning “peace of mind,” but I have never known peace. Deep down, I have always feared the night. I never knew why, until an accident finally gave me the answer...