The moment Shen Qingyi stepped into the Paramount, she died. The one who survived was Rose, a songstress who could see the dead.
Crystal chandeliers swayed above a life of drunken revelry, while jazz drowned out the dying cries. In this glittering den of sin on the Bund, every inch of pavement was soaked in the blood and tears of wronged souls.
A famous dancer was hanged before my eyes, and her wailing spirit pointed out the real killer! A wealthy businessman's wife's qipao returned home stained with blood in the dead of night, while an infant spirit's cries tore open the secrets of a wealthy family! The “other me” in the mirror reached out with a ghostly hand and shoved the songstress into the abyss…
One bizarre case after another pushed me, this “ill-omened woman,” into the eye of the storm.
A cold-faced patrolman's gun aimed at me, a mysterious young nobleman's probing questions, the manager's vicious schemes… I danced on the edge of a blade, using my ethereal singing voice to hide the agony of my spirit-seeing eyes.
Then, from the resentment of those who died unjustly, I pieced together the savage face of my enemy: the culprit who wiped out my entire Shen family was sitting at the very top of this neon-lit abyss!
Perfect.
This glittering graveyard will make an ideal resting place for you all. Listen as I, the “songstress who claims lives,” offer you one last song: a tune to scatter your souls!
