Guitu

A pig-killing knife a black raincoat The Butcher in the Dark Mist Taboos in weirdness... Black rain began to fall from the sky, dripping onto the ground and scattering into black mist. In the black mist, some people were running, some were screaming, some were yelling strangely, some were wailing... Someone started sharpening the knife... "Open the door, don't be afraid. I'm not a butcher, I'm here to collect rent." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.