My college roommates all burned offerings for me, saying I’d died a hundred years ago. It wasn’t until my great-aunt, who had returned from the dead in another body, knocked on my dorm-room door that I learned I was the village’s last hereditary spirit medium. In a massacre that wiped out an entire household, all seven victims saw a woman in red before they died. Every Daoist priest they hired went mad. I’m the only one who can see that twelve spirit guardians stand behind her, waiting for me to offer incense. Today, I’ll show the whole city what it means to invite a god into your body, with nothing forbidden and no danger too great.
