Lamp Soul

On a stormy night, Jian Baiwei was alone in the antique shop, sorting through a new batch of old items. A strangely shaped glass lamp from the Republic of China era caught her eye. The base was engraved with a faint character: “Ci.”

As she wiped the lamp, she cut her finger. The drop of blood seeped into the glass and vanished instantly, while the light flickered eerily a few times.