致恶灵的你

The scorching summer air buzzes with the cries of cicadas—sharp, oppressive, and almost conspiratorial.
My assistant Ashari and I received a mysterious email from someone calling herself the “Snow White of the Clocktower.”
She offered a generous sum to bring us to the far-off city of Arlan to investigate a string of deadly spirit-related murders.
Night is falling. The prey has yet to appear...
And so, our story quietly begins—on the very first evening of our arrival in Arlan City.