Clad in Red Spider Lilies, Destined by the King of Hell

Grandpa sewed eighteen pieces of clothing for me, and I wore them for one night every birthday. When I woke up, I would forget some things. All I forgot was my past life. On my eighteenth birthday, my grandfather died in the hospital and asked me to go get the last piece of clothing from under the altar. The back of this dress extends from the inside out, looking like a magical flower from the other side. The night I put on my last piece of clothing, a female ghost in red got into my clothes. Then I remembered something - I am the King of Hell.