Seven-Day Afterbirth

This city has two faces. One picture shows a convenience store, the last bus, and the neon lights at three o'clock in the morning. Another breathes in the shadows. Lin Mo could have just been a passer-by at the first face. Until that rainy night, a woman melted in front of him and stuffed the "afterbirth" into his palm - it was a key and a lock. He became a disciple, learned magic, and survived in the gap between the inner and outer worlds. But he discovered that his master's lesson plans were filled with lies, that his best friend's pupils contained other people's souls, and that his proud "adaptability" was turning him into a cemetery of memories. On the seventh night, he must make a choice: become the "etcher" who maintains order or become the "price" itself that burns everything. "All magic is a loan," Black Cat said, "guess what the interest is?