After his girlfriend dies, her reflection becomes trapped in a funeral home sink. For three years, I fed that squirming black shadow with blood every night, until my colleague at Green Tea slapped the wedding invitation on my face: "You should have forgotten about that damn girlfriend!"
The moment I tore up the invitation, a rotten hand suddenly stretched out from the pool of blood and grabbed her tightly - the strawberry hair tie I gave to my girlfriend was stuck between my fingernails.
The dead wife in the reflection came back, with a fishy smell all over her body and overwhelming resentment. The mirror in the funeral home began to eat people, and the corpses in the morgue grinned at me. And all of this is actually related to a terrifying world called "Eclipse World"...
In order to save her, I, a humble plastic surgeon, had to hold the blood-stained scalpel tightly and step into the abyss of the reflection of the dead.
