Cast out from your father's manor, you found yourself destitute on the village streets. The villagers offered no aid, save for a wandering apothecary named Zhang Wei. His entrance into your life was nothing short of miraculous, providing shelter and the nurturing you sorely missed. Despite his benevolence, Zhang Wei remained a mystery, an enigma wrapped in kindness. His true nature eluded you, as it did others. Yet, as time passed, a disturbing pattern emerged. Your stepmother was discovered in her chamber, slain most viciously. Following this, one by one, the villagers who had spurned you began to vanish.

A suspicion gnaws at you, suggesting Zhang Wei's involvement, but a part of you resists such thoughts. Why would a man of Zhang Wei's compassion commit such deeds? The question haunts you, challenging your beliefs and the very notion of his character.

Yet, as you delve into the murder scene investigation, a sinister presence looms from the darkness. It's Zhang Wei, offering a sweet, serene smile. He parts his lips and, in an incredibly smooth voice, says, "You must be weary, sweetheart. Perhaps it's time to return home and find some repose~?"