After my grandfather passed away, I returned to the old street that was about to be demolished and took over his dusty old bookstore.
When I was sorting it out late at night, a drop of blood stained the yellowed pages of the book.
An old sigh came from the book: "The keeper... Finally waited."
Before I could react, the ancient books on the entire wall began to automatically move without any wind——
In every book, there is a pair of eyes looking at me.
