Before my death, my grandma told me never to go to Zouma Mountain behind the village.
It is said that there is a ruined temple there, which is dedicated to a sinister snake fairy who loves to choose beautiful girls as his wives.
I don't believe in evil, but on the night of July 1st, I made a bet and went up the mountain.
In the ruined temple, I tied a red rope on the hand of the statue and said with a smile, "Master Snake Fairy, do you dare to come home with me?"
That night, a giant snake with cold black scales wrapped itself around my bed.
It licked the side of my neck with its forked letter and sneered lowly:
"Little girl, now that you have been hired, in this life... Don't even think about escaping."
