Huangquan Town is a dead zone shrouded in tales of supernatural rules. When midnight falls, the uncanny run rampant, and anyone who breaks the rules is doomed to die.
There is always a black-clad night watchman sitting in the town tavern. He watches coldly as travelers who follow the rules meet gruesome deaths, then reveals the hidden truth in a single sentence: On the seventh day of the leap month, beneath the soul-less yin moon, it was never the shadowless things that died. It was the travelers themselves.
He is the last night watchman in Huangquan Town, keeping watch over an old clock frozen at midnight, an endless stream of rules, and a bloody past known to no one. He saves no one and wards off no evil. He is simply waiting for someone who can kill him.
As one strange tale after another is unraveled, fragments of his shattered memories slowly come together. Who is he? Why is he trapped here? And why does he want so desperately to die?
From awe at his mystery to heartache over his loneliness, this time you will see that the night watchman has never been guarding the night. He has been guarding the sins and fate that condemn him to eternal torment.
