My name is Bai Ling, and I’m a psychic hired by the police.
Ten years ago, I received my first case: the unsolved death of the boy in red.
A nine-year-old boy was found hanged from the beam in his home, dressed in a bright red skirt, with weights tied to his feet and a spot of cinnabar on his forehead.
The police ruled it an accident, but I saw the boy’s vengeful spirit wandering through the house.
He kept repeating three words to me: “You’re next.”
On the night the case was closed, I saw myself in the mirror wearing red, with cinnabar oozing from my forehead.
Then a child’s laughter drifted in from outside the window: “Big sister, it’s your turn.”
