Guest, Your Skin Is Falling Apart. Shall I Sew It Back Up?

[Mystery and Wild Imagination] [Bizarre and Uncanny] [Humanity's Crisis]

I died in a car accident. When I woke up again, I had become Chen Jiu, a skin stitcher in the black market.

Every day, I sew together the torn flesh of people who have undergone mutations.

But when I got up, I discovered that my hands had mysteriously vanished.

The trap my parents had carefully disguised forced me to uncover a corner of the scam.

I thought their deaths had brought everything to an end.

But I discovered that this was only the beginning of the darkness.

Amid the ruins, a ghost returned from the dead. Blood and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes. Half weeping and half laughing, he murmured to himself:

“Have you ever heard of a skin stitcher?”