My name is Xie Zhi. I’m a funeral director, and I’ve long grown used to the partings that come with life and death.
At midnight on the night my grandmother died, a green passenger train with no station signs silently pulled into the rear courtyard of the funeral home.
As she lay dying, she pressed a soul lamp and a ghost candle into my hands, leaving me with one warning: When you board the Afterlife Train, never trust the Era Envoys.
The train travels through the rift between Yin and Yang. At every stop lies a secret, sinister station shrouded in sin.
Rules abound inside each station, and unseen dangers lurk in the fog. Break even one rule, and you’ll be trapped there forever.
Armed with two candles, I unravel deadly traps in each instance while searching everywhere for the fragments of my grandmother’s scattered soul.
But the farther I travel into the train, the more I sense that something is wrong.
The Era Candle Lord, worshipped by all the people of the world, seems wrong in every way.
The old eras buried by time, the past that was erased: one mystery after another crashes down on me.
Who is the true master of this world?
Where, exactly, is this Afterlife Train taking me?
The whistle has sounded. Once you board, there’s no turning back.
