A hundred words to condense a soul: a child of ashes, born bearing hatred. Zhou Jin drags his congenitally frail body forward, burdened by the original sin of “the hero's father shooting his birth mother.” He turns poison into an enemy and tempers himself into a blade.
To destroy “Blue Shadow,” a new, deadly hallucinogenic drug, he enters a borderland drug den, only to walk straight into a revenge trap carefully laid by the drug lord for the “Nightingale's son.”
Blue Shadow's toxic fog surges and twists reality. Rampaging test subjects become vengeful foes bent on killing him, while a hostage in the corner takes on the likeness of his murdered mother!
His instinct to protect overwhelms reason, and he raises his gun with the same resolve as his father once did.
The gunshot rings out, the fog disperses, and only an innocent girl lies dead.
Looking down at his bloodstained hands, he sees that his stance is exactly the same as his father's all those years ago.
At the end of the blood-red road home, father and son are trapped on opposite sides of a wall, both descending into eternal madness. The drug lord grins and vanishes into the darkness, leaving only an old police officer sitting motionless as a monument, clutching a badge stained with the blood of two generations.
Who pulled the trigger? Poison, hatred, or the fate of a recurring cycle.
