Shadow Master

Go, go, go, go.

We have a code.

What the fuck.

Who's that?

Drop him!

Tell him about the end times.

The war will ascend.

-How about we start with you telling me your name.

John.

John what?

Doe.

You think this is a game?

That's what you can call me.

-Look, I'm your friend. I'm here to help.

We found you in that building surrounded by 18 dead bodies.

No one else in sight. So we need some answers.

And hey, maybe you didn't do it.

I'm here to help you.

But you have to give me the truth...

unless you have something to confess.

God is always listening.

Can God forgive the devil?

So you did do it?

I've seen it all, John.

Setting up an insanity plea doesn't quite work that way.

Now, I'm going to need you to walk me through

every step of this.

My team reports state that they found your belongings

in the security room, so you're a security guard?

Night Watchman.

Fine. We'll start there.

When did your employment begin?

I needed a place to stay

and I heard a radio message.

It said in exchange for food and shelter,

they needed a Night Watchman.

Who are you?

My name is An Voaen.

What you doing here?

Night Watchman needed.

Food and shelter for work.

Location: hospital.

That's me.

I didn't think anyone would come.

Most of the people that come here,

they've lost hope in life.

Job still available?

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

You'll do just fine.

Welcome. Come on. Let's go.

Yeah.

You got a good privacy here.

Everybody else on the fourth floor.

Come on.

It's okay.

Your own place. I'll show you.

Ey-ya!

Dewitt. Huh. What are you doing there?

Usual. Watching over Mom.

This is Dewitt.

Her mom, many years ago, went crazy.

Like way crazy.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Move, move, move.

This is An's room now.

-So you're the new Night Watchman?

Yeah.

You cannot leave your stuff here.

I'll meet you at the canteen. We'll get you some food.

So... you ever fought before?

I will fight if I have to.

-Well, when you have to fight, are you any good?

Help!

Aaaahhh!

I used to fight but I lost control.

I had to learn to keep it all inside.

Fighting only causes pain.

A Night Watchman too afraid to fight.

Now I've seen everything.

Are you the new Night Watchman?

Yeah.

-This is the bad time of the month.

The 15th day, the seventh month onwards,

the month of the Fantasma Briento.

I'm sorry?

The hungry ghosts.

Ghosts?

Don't tell me I'm looking for ghosts.

-It's not ghosts we're afraid of.

I'm Janett. This is my son, Benison.

Hi, Janett. Benison.

Thank you for being here.

We truly are grateful.

Especially at night, when they come.

- Food rations are now available at the canteen.

Oye! Zip it!

Only one ticket per person.

Not so fast.

Here. Take this.

This is how we organize our rations.

You know, food.

Take a seat.

I'll get you your meal in a moment.

Hey, new Night Watchman.

You know, I-- I wish we had some money for you.

-No, I'm just grateful for the meal.

- I can't afford a meal. - Yeah.

You haven't tried the cooking yet.

Just kidding.

Ah, she's a pretty good cook. At least your job will be easy.

I mean, nobody comes around here anymore.

Not since what happened with the, yeah, well, you know.

What happened?

Eh, children went missing in the night.

Then end times prophesizes when children go missing,

evil grows stronger.

It might happen again, but that's why you're here--

to protect us. In case this gets worse.

Child went missing?

-You know, ghosts come at night.

Kids are sleeping, nice and quiet.

Ghosts come in?

-Oh. Gho-- did I say ghosts?

I mean, one second, a child is there

and the next second, poof, gone.

Where did it come from?

Hm. That's a good question.

Yeah.

Hah.

It wards off the evil-- ghosts, demons, and worse.

-There he goes again with that voodoo shit.

-It's not voodoo. And it's not shit!

That's Hanuman. He's the Monkey King.

Very strong.

-He gives them to everyone who comes here.

Nobody wears that.

Yeah. You hang on to that. Keep it in your pocket.

That's Janett and Benison.

I met them earlier.

Yeah.

She's still freaked out about that kid missing.

Holds her son's hand so tight, gonna squeeze it off. Hm.

Hey, she like you. She looking at you.

But, mm...

You don't wanna get involved with a single mom, right?

All right, see the little blonde boy?

That's Dylan. Best friends with Benison.

Too bad those two have to grow up

in this crazy world.

-These ghosts... where do they come from?

-I don't know. I've never seen them before.

It just happened so fast.

What are they doing with the kids?

Who knows?

Forced marriage, crime, labor, sex.

Did I say sex? Ay-ya, eeh.

Get that out of my head. I'm sorry.

Here. Eat your food. Come on. You must be hungry.

Where's the beef?

That night, while doing my rounds,

I realized the people here, the mother Janett,

the old man Boon-Nam, they were all keeping secrets.

Curfew is in effect.

All lights will be shut off

ten minutes.

Please return to your quarters.

Evil lairs.

Evil inside these walls.

The end times draw near.

I can see your past.

Hey, pal.

You were supposed to set up a peace treaty with me

and the leader of the Eighth Street Gang.

What the hell happened?

They threw the first punch.

-Well... I sent you there because you could fight,

but it ended up costing me.

Now, if they're to consider a peace treaty,

they want your head.

Nothing personal. It's just business.

Yah.

Aaahhhhh!

Ah, sheesh.

You're just getting used to things.

You're just getting used to things.

You're just getting used to things.

There's a child missing.

No knows if it's ghosts or demons.

Not like you and me. Ugh, dumbass.

Why are the cops here?

They don't care what happens here.

Nobody cares.

This happened last night?

-Yeah. Don't worry. Nobody blames you.

They're just worried about the kids.

What's that smell?

Oh, sorry.

No, it's not that.

Please find my baby.

I don't know what to do. Nothing.

Was it Dylan?