On September 7, 2025, a total lunar eclipse coincides with the Ghost Festival, and a blood moon hangs in the sky.
Lin Chen, a hardworking delivery rider, unexpectedly gets an order to deliver an urn to an abandoned old mansion. He assumes it's someone's Ghost Festival ancestor-worship joke, but the person who opens the door to accept it is a handsome ancient corpse who has slept for a hundred years.
He smiles and hands over a bloodstained manual. “Thanks for your hard work. Here's your five-star rating.” I look down and see the words printed plainly on the cover: Anomalous Incident Response Manual: Trial Edition. Signed, Bureau 749.
The blood moon looms high in the distant sky. His voice is gentle, tinged with a smile. “Don't be afraid. The rules of the world have just changed a little...” Wait, why does handling this customer feedback require going underground in person?!
