The door to the midnight art studio can only be opened from the outside. When Wen Ci was locked inside, a new painting appeared on the wall: the figure in it was smiling, and blood was running from the frame.
Everyone thought she was crazy, until forensic scientists found the DNA of seven people in the paint. The spirit-medium family chose her as a good-for-nothing, but no one knew that Wen Ci could see the trapped spirits beneath every brushstroke, at the cost of becoming the “spirit of the pen” they wanted most.
Every time she finishes a portrait, another missing person is found. When the ninth self-portrait appears, beads of blood seep from the walls. Wen Ci finally smiles. “I’ve waited all night. Are you finally ready to show yourself?” She grabs her paintbrush. Tonight, it’s time to paint a posthumous portrait for a vengeful ghost.
