[Strange recovery + decisive killing]
When I was seven years old, I used my memory, soul, and emotions to exchange three things with three ■■. As an adult, I want to take them back.
The supernatural has resurrected, the world is in crisis, ghost marriages in mountain villages, strange old corpses, blackboards dripping with blood in the classroom, strange people walking in the city, parents with dull faces standing outside the bedroom. Is the world crazy, or are we crazy?
