If one day you pass by a tailor shop, with a blood-red coffin hidden behind the vermilion wooden door, and you happen to see a gloomy human face revealed under the moon, with a sewing needle in his skinny hand, piercing your body... Maybe he is the tailor in our story.
This is a cold and tearful story, a sad story hidden in the times and environment...
Concept: The gloomy story reflects the desolate past. Some unyielding souls will never die but will slowly wither.