Grandpa died mysteriously in a yin temple, clutching an unfinished paper effigy in his arms.
On a rainy night, a shadowless man delivered a funeral order and told me to make a red-clothed effigy to send to the yin temple.
He warned me: Don't draw its eyes, don't look back, and don't speak to the paper effigy.
I broke the taboo, and blood-red eyes opened on the paper effigy's back.
Only after I opened Grandpa's copy of The Yin Bureau's Paper Effigy Craft did I learn that what the Lin family had suppressed for generations wasn't a ghost at all...
On the night of the full moon, as a hundred ghosts roamed, I fashioned seven yin paper soldiers and cried out at the horde of vengeful spirits: "The Seal-Keeper of the Yin Bureau is here. All of you, kneel!"
