"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.