Description
"I see an angel imprisoned within flesh and blood; only through meticulous carving and polishing can He be freed." ... Mystery, masks, curses, dolls, calamity, faith—all descend. The eerie resurgence, the human world a prison, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, nightmares descend. A familiar world, crumbling under the weight of reason, heads towards destruction. Imprisonment is terrifying; the gates to hell have been opened. Some struggle to cross, some succumb, some desperately try to escape. And at the end of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, Zhou Fengyuan, a forensic pathologist in his past life and a psychiatrist in this one, sits alone in the empty corridor of a mental hospital, listening to the whispers of the 'patients,' responding to their profuse thanks.