Three years ago, hundreds of people were killed in the July 15 subway accident, but I was the only one who survived.
They say I am a miracle, but I know that I am the cursed one.
From that day on, I could hear the last screams of the deceased and see the despair at the moment of death.
This is not talent, it is never-ending torture.
In order to get rid of this crazy torture, I was forced to step into each murder scene, listen to the "echoes of death", and piece together the truth.
What I solve is not ghosts, but human hearts.
Before I am completely swallowed up, I must find the source of all this...
