Rose Manor, a factory that made inflatable dolls, went bankrupt. The owner, Wang Wangwang, ran off with his sister-in-law.
The police had no choice but to cordon off the site, leaving one hundred, then two hundred, defective dolls that had never made it into production to be abandoned.
Years later, on a midsummer night filled with the chirping of cicadas, a mannequin jolted awake from its slumber.
A storm lurked along the coastline. Whose wild laughter was that in the cold wind?
And a ghost story was brewing in the eye of the storm.
