The inexplicably missing girlfriend, the empty valley floor, the man carrying the corpses, the dim attic, the withered bones wearing a jade pendant with the same texture and even scratch marks as the words on his neck, the letter with his own name and even the same handwriting as his own, the child squatting and crying at the stairs, the zombie sitting in the bamboo shed, and the scattered ancient court clothes. In a world that's not right, what's wrong?