I originally just lived in a paper shop.
Until that day, the last subway train had an extra stop - Wuying Station.
Rule 7 came over the radio:
Don't respond to your name.
I responded.
Since then, my shadow has disappeared, and there is an account on my wrist that does not belong to a living person.
An organization calling itself the "Folklore Ban Bureau" came to my door and said that my father did not disappear three years ago, but signed a debt that no one has ever repaid.
And now, it's my turn.
In this city, forgotten folklore will not disappear.
They will become rules, they will begin to respond to you, and they will rewrite reality little by little.
Shadow, paper money, drama, whitelist, forbidden words, life debt...
You thought it was just a taboo from the older generation.
But there are some rules that are not meant to be listened to.
It is used to survive.
