[Lord of the Mysteries Fanfiction + Horror Game + Cthulhu + Suspense + Puzzles + Immersive]
The ancient Zhou family shrine in Zhoujia Village, on a night lit by flashes of lightning and rain.
When Zhou Jianlong opened the first page of the genealogy, he thought he’d merely been struck by lightning.
But he didn’t know he had opened a mystery. An origin…
In another world, I was a missing person.
In this world, I’m a clerk in the Nightwatchers of Tingen, Sequence 9, responsible for organizing and archiving inexplicable incidents.
My colleagues call me Cohen Mannstein.
The System tells me to regress. The files tell me to keep a low profile.
Until I found a file that didn’t exist.
At the point where its number broke off, there were traces of something erased.
And that trace fit perfectly with where I came from.
The System says: Don’t look directly at the unknowable.
But when I stood across from 16 Zotland Street and watched the doorknob turn by itself
I didn’t remember any warning.
I remembered the door of the old Zhou family shrine in Zhoujia Village, thirty years ago.
The villagers said that when the knocker rang by itself at midnight, it meant the ancestors had something to say.
I never believed them before.
Now I do.
They say the rifts will devour the city.
I’m just a clerk.
But I’ve discovered that when you organize the cracks in the world
The cracks are organizing you, too.
And the rain beneath Zhoujia Village seems never to have stopped, from beginning to end…
