The Box Curse: Soul-Locking Casket

The box was about thirty centimeters square, its entire surface a dark, dull blue-black. It was made of neither metal nor wood, and felt chillingly cold to the touch. Even though it was summer, the chill seemed to worm its way into his bones.

The box was covered in carvings, but they weren’t any traditional patterns Lin Mo had ever seen. The lines twisted and coiled, forming shapes that defied description. Stare at them long enough, and they seemed to writhe on their own, making your eyes blur.