I am Chen Ling, the most dangerous patient in the No. 7 Mental Hospital.
The doctor said that I fancied myself a magician and always viewed human beings as flowing colors - the hem of a nurse's skirt was the goose yellow of lust, the dean's tie was the deep purple of power, and the guard's fist was burning the scarlet of violence.
Until that night the blood moon came.
My parents pressed me on the sacrificial table and murmured before piercing my heart with the blade: "Don't blame us... Hand over the body in exchange for the purification potion..."
The second before I died completely, I pulled off the bloody bandage with a smile.
"Witness the miracle——"
When the knife stained with parents' fingerprints is inserted back into their chests,
The whole world saw the ruins of the mental hospital,
Standing was a magician clothed in colorful light streams.
