Everyone warned Cheng Mo never to open that nameless file late at night. He refused to believe them and opened it to the first page, where he found his own death record: dead tonight at 3 a.m., cause of death: cardiac arrest. Attached was a black-and-white photo of him looking terrified at that very moment. On the final page, a line of rules was written in blood: The record becomes reality. Reading it means you agree. The lights in the entire building went out at once, and heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor. But Cheng Mo smiled. He bit his finger and signed his name on the death record with his left hand. No one knew that he had been born with the ability to write in reverse. Any contract he countersigned turned its curse back on its source, and the rules became his to rewrite. Starting tonight, this archive of forbidden tales was getting a new owner.
