Everything Is Dirty

"What you see with your eyes is not what you really are, and your thoughts are a prisoner." In this ancient and moist land, the line between life and death is not clear-cut. When a person is alive, strong obsession, hatred or greed can turn into a "curse" that affects others. Spells are tangible threads, curses are invisible webs. After death, if there is unwillingness, the consciousness will be entangled and become "resentment". If resentment takes form, it is the "weirdness" and "evil" that wander between the city and the wilderness. When a large area of ​​death occurs, if the truth behind it is covered up and the collective pain cannot rest in peace, the time and space in the area will rot and form "filth". "Filth" not only devours reason, but also distorts time and space. In it, you may rub shoulders with the walking corpses of a hundred years ago under the neon lights of modern times. The past, present, and future overlap here despicably. The Collectors' House is an organization that does not exist in any official records. They are not heroes, just a group of short-lived ghosts who are bound by "instruments" (a special item that can carry spells or suppress grudges, but is seriously polluting) for various reasons. They travel through strange customs and cold cases in cities across Asia, trying to seal those out-of-control "devices" and eradicate the new "filth". There is no absolute protagonist here, only sentient beings struggling in the strange reality. Everyone is taking advantage of the curse, and everyone is being swallowed up by the curse. Their sacrifices are often silent, just so that this absurd world can maintain superficial logic. As long as there are lies, greed, and unjust deaths, the archives of the Archives will never be complete.