A bizarre conspiracy drew me into its whirlpool. Life has two sides, one bright and one dark. My uncle from the countryside suddenly passed away, so I went to pay my respects. We weren’t close, so at the funeral I only went through the motions, bowing and burning joss paper. But the paper I tossed into the brazier somehow put out the entire fire, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t light it again. When the next person burned paper, everything worked normally. After that, I began having nightmares, and was told that my aunt had tampered with things. I confronted her, and the immediate problem was resolved, but I discovered that things were not so simple. My uncle’s death was somehow connected to the person who had harmed me, so I set out to uncover the truth.
