My name is Qin Lei. I deliver food.
That night, I got a strange order: a bowl of undercooked white rice, to be left outside Room 404.
Then I saw a shadow with long black hair bent over the bowl, sniffing it.
Later, a mysterious old man saved me and pressed a shard of broken porcelain into my hand, saying it would keep me alive.
I thought it was just an ordinary encounter with a ghost, and that it would be over once it passed.
Until I dug a small, blood-red coffin out of my bedroom wall.
Inside was a little paper figure bearing someone's name, birth date and time, and two tiny characters: Fire Heart.
The next day, that person died, disemboweled, with all their internal organs gone.
Then I dug up a second coffin, a third, a fourth.
When I dug up the fifth, I found my own name inside.
Now... the countdown has begun.
