On the first night after Chen Ce inherited the old house his maternal grandfather left behind, he heard the sound of chains coming from the bottom of the well.
After that came:
The Winter Solstice ghost, with stitches wrapped around its limbs.
A forensic pathologist wielding a tungsten-steel knife, using 444 corpses to verify the nature of the soul.
An art student who used three strands of hair as a brush, turning the scenes of death they witnessed into ink-wash curses.
A paradoxical ghost with gray-blue hair, blood-red moon gauze tangled in its locks.
A college student in a JK uniform with a recipe from page 43 of an orphanage cookbook hidden in her lunchbox.
"Anomalies are nothing more than love letters the world writes to those who contain them."
