The Bizarre Script

[Fox-eared shota + no romance]

At midnight, with thunder and rain raging outside, a corpse shattered into pieces appears inside the toilet tank!

Someone keeps pounding on the door, and the handle twists frantically!

The warm milk Mom brought over reeks of something strange and foul, while eyes the size of eggs are bloodshot!

“Mo An is a bad child. Bad children have to be punished.”

“Let me guess where you are. In the closet?”

“Outside the window?”

“Or maybe... under the bed?”

“I found you.”

“Look behind you.”

As fingers brush over paper, rough yet delicate, the bizarre play begins in earnest. Your role is...

“Fox White hides in bamboo snow, stroking his tail through three winters.”