Dusk Folk Shop

I opened a folklore shop specializing in "things that science cannot explain". There is no signboard in the store, and its address is in the deepest alley of a village in the city. It is deserted during the day, but at night... It is best not to come. People who come to me all have one thing in common - they have broken taboos that should not be broken. A child who shaves his head in the first month sees another version of himself in the mirror. The driver who whistled at night was chased by a group of shadows for three days and nights. The woman who stuck her chopsticks in the bowl dreamed of someone calling her name every night. I used to sneer at this. Until the day my sister disappeared, which was also the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, she also had her hair cut.