When faith collapses, Hongyue is the coldest witness.
The believers who performed routine prayers in the old building of the strange faith were driven to the top of the bloody mountain like sheep.
In the chaos of the collapse, I rescued a trembling little orange cat, but at the end of my escape I met a masked woman.
She reassured me that she was human.
But when I wiped the blood from my eyes with my clothes, from the trembling gaps in the fabric,
I caught a glimpse of the white hair on the back of her hanging hands growing as fine as a newborn lamb.
Intent: horror
