Night had fallen on the outlying island. The sea wind carried a biting chill, sweeping up dead leaves from the ground.
At the edge of a desolate cemetery, several young people gathered around a weak campfire, beer cans in hand as they laughed and joked loudly.
They had come here to camp—three men and three women. Youthful hormones mixed with the thrill of alcohol, making them completely ignore the place's eerie atmosphere.
"Come on, come on! What fun is drinking by itself?"
A handsome but somewhat frivolous-looking young man in a leather jacket stood up.
His name was A-Ming, and he was the center of attention in the group.
"Let's do something exciting. How about copying tombstone inscriptions? Whoever copies down the strangest, most unusual name wins!" A-Ming waved the powerful flashlight in his hand, his eyes full of provocation.
"Copy tombstone inscriptions? Th-that doesn't seem like a good idea, does it?"
A slightly chubby young man wearing black-rimmed glasses shrank back.
His name was Fat Bo. He was usually the most timid one, and at the suggestion, even his voice trembled.
"Oh, Fat Bo, are you even a man? A few lousy stones scared you this badly?"
A-Hao, another young man with a center-parted hairstyle and a slick tongue, sneered. He snatched the beer can from Fat Bo's hand and tipped back his head for a gulp.
"Exactly! What's there to be afraid of? There are no ghosts in this world. It's all a scam."
Of the three girls, one in a tight red dress giggled in agreement. She was exceptionally beautiful, with a seductive glint in her eyes.
Another girl wearing braces added venomously, "If Fat Bo's scared, he can stay here and watch the bags."
The long-haired girl, who had not spoken until then, tugged tightly at