Beneath a mine in the Northeast lies a debt from eighty years ago.
My name is Zhao Jingzhe. I’m a temporary worker at a funeral home. To scrape together money for my mother’s dialysis, I took a sinister job: keeping watch over my own grandfather’s coffin for one night. Since then, the shadows I see have had names, the whistles I hear have had a source, and three hundred miners who refuse to leave have started calling me the Night Watchman.
Someone wants to tamper with what lies beneath the mine. Go ahead.
You’ll have to step over me, Zhao Jingzhe, first.
