*On a night when fog engulfs London, silver hair is the only beacon and the remaining candle destined to be extinguished. *
Charlotte Silverlight, a detective with moonlight silver hair and divine appearance, walks in the dankest streets of the Victorian era. There are broken star trails hidden in his eyes. Touching a rose with his fingertips can make a girl tremble and offer sacrifice. The coachman does not dare to ask for a penny to drive for him. But this stunning beauty is actually a curse - the *Yinhui bloodline will not live to be thirty-seven years old*, and the flesh and blood will turn into cold crystal dust during the lunar eclipse night.
When the gravekeeper hands over the ancestral rose key, and when the festering nightingale mark appears on the flower girl's ankle, Charlotte is forced to face the dark truth that her family has guarded for hundreds of years: the deadly silver mist that permeates London is actually the disaster caused by the self-crystallization seal of Yinhui's ancestors. Under the gorgeous stage of Nightingale Club, hundreds of girls are being brainwashed into singing sacrifices. Behind the mask of "Nightingale", the manipulator behind the scenes - is his long-dead grandmother.
"Pierce your heart with the Blade of Cutting Light, otherwise the silver mist will swallow up all of London." The resurrected grandmother announced under the crystal chandelier.
*And deep in the cellar, the crystal coffin of the first generation Yinhui is emitting a resonant whisper...*
"They call me the son of the moon god, but they don't know that I will even chop my own moonlight into pieces with my own hands." ——Charlotte Silverlight
### **Keywords**
`Silver Hair Curse × Crystallized Fate × Self-Sacrifice × Grandma Puppet × Fog Cthulhu × Beauty Weaponized'
**Steampunk undercurrent**｜**Bloodline Elegy**｜**Group portrait crazy aesthetics**｜**Victorian epic**
