The red rain fell for three days. Chen Mancang, a troublemaker from Funeral Street, opened his eyes to a blood cloud hanging over the horizon.
The ground was crawling with living corpses, and people were running for their lives.
He wasn't worried. He worked in funerals. He'd sent off eight hundred people, so the dead were the last thing he feared.
A crooked grin: Rage +5.
A sweep of his blade: Kill Points +11.
After picking up the pig-killing knife his father had left behind, he learned that for three generations, his family had been "Gatekeepers."
Of the nine gates, seven were shut and one was broken open. Only the last remained:
The one inside him.
He'd spent his whole life shutting gates. The last one was the one that shut him in.
"Once the coffin lid is on, don't lift it again. The same goes for a gate."
