Ling Ye's world is defined by death and pastels. As an embalmer, he had sent away countless deceased people, and thought he had already felt relieved. It wasn't until he was applying makeup to the body of a wealthy businessman whose body was covered with strange symbols and who died of suspected self-mutilation that his fingertips touched the cold skin - and in an instant, crazy whispers and broken horrific illusions overwhelmed him like a tide!
