On the seventh night of my grandma's first birthday, I slept alone in the kitchen of my hometown as instructed.
At midnight the stove suddenly moved, revealing a bottomless hole in the ground.
Millions of people cried and howled below: "Welcome Lord Yama to return to his throne!"
I shone my trembling flashlight on the cave wall and found the death signs of my previous nine lives engraved on it.
And next to the name in this life, blood is slowly seeping out...
