My name is Wei Zheng, and I’m a mortuary makeup artist. I’ve spent five years doing makeup for the dead and seen all kinds of deaths, but the body brought in three days ago was different. There were no visible injuries, and the man’s expression was peaceful, with even a smile on his lips. But his right hand was clutching a note that read: Don’t look back. I slipped the note into my pocket, and that very night, things went wrong. First, every light in the funeral home went out. Then the drawers of the cold storage units popped open by themselves. I saw the dead man standing at the end of the hallway, smiling straight at me. Now I know that something is hiding in this city. It feeds on rules and survives by killing people. And I’m the only one who can see it.
