On the day her family’s century-old mansion was opened, Lin Wan received a “betrothal gift” from the abyss.
Bright red dates appeared silently on the threshold. A pair of embroidered shoes from the Republican era was dredged up from the well. A gramophone played a record made of human skin by itself in the dead of night... Every incident repeated the same eerie theme of a wedding.
Blood-red words appeared on the dusty family genealogy, revealing a cruel truth: for generations, the family had guarded evil things, and every woman in their bloodline was doomed to the curse of dying in red. Beside Lin Wan’s name, the marriage column now clearly read [Betrothed to the Dead], while the year-of-death column bore three dripping, scarlet words: [A Wretched Death]. The deadline was three days away.
The old mansion had awakened, and the taboos had returned. Shut your doors at dusk; children must not leave the house. At midnight, an extra step appeared on the staircase. Her reflection grinned at her from the mirror. In the back courtyard lay a living coffin, its buried heart beating and squirming... Everything was driving her to complete the unfinished century-old ghost wedding to the evil spirit in the well.
When the sound of someone combing their hair rose in an empty room, and the well water bubbled up as foul, sweet-smelling slime, Lin Wan realized that her only way out might be to become the next “seal” and pass the man-eating taboo of the red bridal gown on to the next generation...
Listen. The bride beneath the well is singing: “The auspicious hour is near, my groom. Come and bow with me.”
