Ink on the Coffin, a Nameless Secret Pavilion

The coffin painter, shunned by the whole city, paints more than patterns on coffins. Every stroke captures a human crime that must never see the light of day.

Wen Jianwei arrives with a battered childhood journal.

The fragments on its pages are all she remembers of the massacre that wiped out her family.

She draws close to the man covered in lacquer dust, putting on an act and playing along, all to infiltrate the secret archive and recover her family's case files.

She thinks she has her prey in hand.

But she doesn't know that every brushstroke on the coffins holds a coded message.

The secret archive has two sets of case files. One is made public and has long been riddled with rewritten lies; the other is a private, hidden collection, written by the painter she sees every day.

A strict code of silence hangs over them. Speak a single word, and it could mean death.

He sees through every one of her disguises, yet cannot tell whether she is the sole survivor of a bloody massacre or bait laid by the enemy.

Her memories are incomplete, the case files are forged, and players on all sides are muddying the waters.

When her secret identity is exposed and the truth comes to light, she finally realizes:

The hatred she has held as sacred may have been wrong from the very beginning, right down to the source of her memories.