Rule Horror: A Folklorist's Survival Notes

After being dragged into a world of eerie tales, all my fellow travelers are terrified.

There's a ghost outside the door calling someone's name? I can tell at a glance it's an incomplete Nuo opera ritual for seeking one's kin. Just cover your ears and don't look back.

There's an eerie whisper from inside the coffin? I use a coin to exploit a loophole in the rules, and the ritual is completed ahead of schedule.

My name is Song Jinu, and I study folklore.

To me, every eerie tale is just a folk ritual waiting to be deciphered.

The rules may be dead, but I'm alive.