In the horror game where the sea of blood surged, I became the only moonlight for all the monsters.
They tore each other apart for me, and their crazy roars resounded through every copy - the scarlet ghost broke the pianist's spine, and the ancient god of the abyss wrapped his tentacles around the neck of the earthbound spirit. Destruction is the law here, and I am sitting in the middle of the ruins, just want to quietly finish painting the sunflower in my hand.
Until one day, the paint on the canvas suddenly oozed blood.
The doorbell rang.
Through the peephole, I saw the evil god in a suit holding a rose, followed by "them" in the entire corridor. The setting sun in the real world is dragging their distorted shadows into my living room.
"I found you." Their laughter overlapped in the air, "This time, it's our world's turn."
And as I held the brush, I finally realized that this painting would probably never be finished.
