She runs an antique pawnshop on the old thoroughfare, appraising relics and staying true to herself.
That is, until a rain-soaked night, when an ancient mirror appears in her shop. The figure inside slowly raises his eyes. He has been waiting for a meeting between yin and yang. Agarwood curls around her wrist, and a mark begins to form. From then on, light and shadow depend on one another, and yin and yang coexist.
A slow-burn story steeped in folklore and the uncanny, with romance that isn’t the sole focus and an emphasis on atmosphere.
