In order to find a mentor, I stepped into the mysterious village where the fog never lifts. The rules here are destiny: don't look back when someone calls you out in the middle of the night, don't accept the gift in red, wait for the fog to clear at the fork in the road.
But when I discovered that the tablets in the ancestral hall would be turned towards me late at night, that the villagers were always in human form for a few days every month, and that my mentor's name was at the top of the list of sacrifices, I tore up the rule book.
Because the instructor wrote in blood on the last page: "Don't obey. Revise."
Now, holding my left eye that can see loopholes in the rules, I added my first amendment to the sacrificial contract from a hundred years ago——
[Sacrifice, you have the right to refuse.
