[Group portraits of women + Weird stories about oriental folk customs]
On the eve of the Ghost Festival, the broken jade left by my grandma became hot, and I received a domino with the word "ghost" written on it.
From then on, reality collapsed and folklore became true.
Paper figures knock on the door in the middle of the night, dragon boats ferry innocent souls, lanterns hide destructive light... Behind every folk custom, there are deadly rules and strange stories.
In order to survive, I was forced to form a team with forensic scientists, folklorists, and biologists. But we discovered that the lives of the five of us were closely related to this invasion.
When the Mirror Realm completely arrives, the world will become the largest ghost story copy. And we are the only breakers.
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"The erosion of the Mirror Realm is silent. It never comes on a large scale. It only quietly unfolds deadly 'folklore copies' one by one in specific places and targeting specific people like a virus."
