I was working overtime at the museum that night, and the reflection in the bronze mirror winked at me.
I made sure I didn't blink.
From that day on, I saw things I shouldn't have seen. You can't look in the mirror after dark, you can't look back at midnight, and you can't accept things handed to you by paper figures. People who break the rules don't die - they become part of the rules, trapped in that cycle forever.
A department that could not be found in any public information found me: the Bureau of Investigation and Handling of Folklore Abnormalities, or the Poll Bureau for short.
My master said: "There are no more than ten people in China who have been doing this for thirty-five years and are still alive."
He handed me a business card and paused.
[Now add you.
My job is simple: get in, understand the rules, and get out alive.
But no one told me——
When you can "understand" the rules, the rules will also begin to "understand" you.
