The underground floor of Bangkok Municipal Hospital hides an unsolvable mystery.
The night shift of Asong, a new surgeon, completely deviated from the track starting from the blood-red handprint at the door of the morgue.
The wiped-out handprints will reappear, the deserted corridor hides a sense of gaze, and the red prints that disappear out of thin air actually match perfectly with the palm prints of the unknown man's corpse.
There seemed to be something behind the cold cement wall, facing his palm across the bricks and mud.
Azan on the Thai-Myanmar border, the altered autopsy report, the unknown body of the man in the freezer, and the bloody fingerprints chasing people.
The weirdness of this night shift is never a simple prank, but a response that spans life and death.
When the red powder clung to the palm of the corpse, and when a subtle touch came from the wall, Ah Song realized that there were some things that once encountered, they could never be shaken off.
Intention: Evil people can do whatever they want, and they cannot escape punishment in the end, even if only the innocent souls are left in the world.