At three o'clock in the morning, when the city sank into false tranquility, my toy store lit up a blood-red lantern at the end of a deep alley.
The toys on the shelves are breathing: the rag doll's eyes move with you, the melody of the music box hides the call of the dead, and the muzzle of the cheap soldier's gun is condensed with real blood.
I am Yang Xiao, the last gatekeeper of hell and the sower of fear in the world.
Others thought I was selling toys, but in fact I was signing a "fear contract." Each item is connected to the curse of hell, and will open its third eye at midnight, whispering secrets that only you know in the ears of your loved ones - until the owner's emotions and desires become nourishment, and the toy turns into a horror script customized for you.
Strange dolls dismembered the wealthy family, bloody fingerprints covered skyscrapers, red-clothed ghosts checked tickets at the airport, and the dead in the crematorium lined up to knock on the door when they came home.
The fear spreading in this city is all caused by my own hands.
I have been dismembered and reassembled three hundred times in the depths of hell, and I have returned from the deepest depths with eighteen fierce gods and three hundred red clothes. The special operations team regards me as the culprit of a series of supernatural incidents, the Xuanmen family calls me "The Hell of the World", and the global supernatural organization marks me as an SSS-level disaster——
Little did they know, this was just the prologue.
When the doorbell rings, I always smile and ask:
"Welcome... What kind of death would you like to book tonight?"
