An eerie red moon hangs high in the sky, and the supernatural is awakening.
A bride searching for her groom, a mirror that reflects no one, sobs from a desolate graveyard ten li away, paper figures carrying a coffin...
[To my past self: By the time you read this, you will already be dead. I am you, from the future.]
Chen Ming looked at the bloodstain that had appeared on his wrist and at the world outside, where evil spirits ran rampant. He couldn't decide whether to believe it.
