So cold.
Qin Manjiang climbed up from the ground.
The sky was dark, and snowflakes drifted down thickly. He tried breathing into his palms, only to see not just white mist, but also... thick ski gloves.
Qin Manjiang immediately looked down at himself.
His clothes had been changed!
His phone was gone, and the Doll was no longer in his arms.
But the mask was still there.
What on earth...
Just then, he felt a letter in his inner pocket.
The envelope was black, with gold patterns at its four corners that lent it an air of mystery.
Qin Manjiang opened the envelope and read it word by word.
It was an invitation.
[The twelve years we agreed on are up.] [We've waited twelve years. We can dig it up now.] [Meet at the old place.] [One.]
An extremely brief invitation.
Qin Manjiang stared at the [One] in the corner.
He couldn't help recalling the images that had appeared when he was lying in the snow earlier, dazed from the cold.
In those images, he had been called [Xiao Qi].
In other words, this Ghost Story, called [Seven Children], unfolded with seven players each playing the role of a child.
Judging by the invitation's wording, those seven children had made a "twelve-year pact" back then. Twelve years later, they were to dig up something that had been hidden away.
Now the twelve years were up. Xiao Qi, whom he was playing, must have been on his way to the meeting, only to collapse from exhaustion in the heavy snow.
Which of the other six... was playing "One"?
Qin Manjiang looked around. Everything was white, and he had no idea where to go.
He had none of "Xiao Qi's" memories.
All he had were a few fragmented images from