Manicurist at Midnight Funeral Home

Yang Gen's works I'm a manicurist at a funeral home who can make dead people "talk." The blue nails oozed sea water, and the charred nail beds were hiding hairs - I was forced to feel the cruel truth of each case. When my reflection in the mirror began to smile and predict, when the detective without fingerprints sent the corpse of a woman who claimed to be my "kind", I discovered that all deaths pointed to an erased number. And in my veins, the same strange silver light as the real murderer is flowing. The next sacrifice is me.