The master who I have called Master for twelve years planted seven needles in my body.
Whenever it rains, the needles are like insects and ants gnawing at bones. He said this was the sequelae of ineffective work, and I believed him for three years.
Until I discovered that the ends of the seven needles were connected to his heart.
What he wants is not my life, but my body.
I was his chosen "container" for three years.
Now, it's time to return the knife to him.
