Before his death, my grandfather left a message: There are three things a craftsman does not do when he dies. The first day I took over the shop, it was completely broken. Tie a wedding dress for the girl who died suddenly, tie a filial son for the childless widow, and finally... Tie a substitute for the living person. Now, all the paper figures I made come alive in the middle of the night, and they surround me and call me "Master". Outside the window, the girl who was supposed to have been dead for three years was knocking on the door.
