I got into a traffic accident while delivering food. When I woke up, a heart that wasn't mine was beating in my chest.
The doctor said the donor was a homeless man. I didn't think much of it and went back to making deliveries.
Then one night, I entered an old apartment complex. Everyone in the corridors was dead. A woman in red with no tongue wandered through the darkness, and I heard her counting: “One... two... three...”
On the wall beside me, a line of bloody words floated: No talking here.
No one told me that this world had long since been infiltrated by “ghosts.” They spread their domains and set the rules, toying with anyone who enters like cats playing with mice. Want to survive? You can sacrifice parts of your own body, your eyes, arms, or legs, and beg the ghosts to spare you.
But they don't know that sacrifice is the light in their darkness, and the darkness in their light, and darkness can kill everyone.
Out of seven billion people worldwide, only one person has ever returned alive from a ghost domain. He sacrificed both his legs, then went mad. The authorities are powerless and can only cover up the truth, praying the ghosts will leave on their own.
