In a remote village nestled among mountains, where old customs still linger, Lin Mo was branded an “ill-omened child” from the moment he was born. His parents left for the city to make a living, entrusting him to his stern, eccentric grandfather. Grandpa’s “workshop” was the funeral home at the edge of the village, a place so cold that even moonlight could not seep inside, where he spent his days among the silent “sleepers.”
