Old Shadows in Fog Alley

An inexplicable call and a yellowed address led illustrator Lin Wan to No. 17, A forgotten foggy lane deep in Jiangcheng. This is her grandmother's old house that she has never heard of. It is deserted and deep, with the smell of sandalwood and musty intertwined, and everything is weird. Old photos with similar facial features to hers in an empty house, wooden doors that opened on their own despite no one being around, dark figures peeping silently in the dark... One after another strange things happened one after another. Relatives who have long passed away, a past that has not been mentioned, and secrets that have been sealed for many years quietly wake up in the continuous rainy night. The moment Lin Wan stepped into this old house, she was already in a fog. She traced the traces left by her grandmother, but gradually discovered that she had to face not only a buried past, but also a fate that was closely related to herself and that she could not escape.