I'm the night-shift security guard at Yunqi Garden.
While other guards kill time on night duty, I patrol the building with my life on the line.
Footsteps in empty corridors that can never be caught up to, a red-clad figure following people on the security cameras, embroidered shoes appearing out of nowhere in the underground garage, and the window in Building 18 that never stays shut.
Residents keep complaining that the place is haunted, but they don't know this:
If I weren't on duty, those things would have entered their homes long ago.
Three years ago, I shielded the entire community from an evil influence and signed a night-watch pact.
Nobody understands why I keep enduring this instead of quitting.
If I leave my post for one night, the debt to the dead will turn on me, and my soul will scatter within seven days.
I'm not guarding the community gates.
I'm protecting the peaceful sleep of more than three hundred households,
and the countless wronged souls buried beneath this development for a hundred years, hidden from the light of day.
At midnight tonight, someone knocked on the security office door again.
