There is a line of writing on the inside of the bracelet. She has read it for four hundred years and has never seen it clearly.
She is a monster made of resentful spirits. She has no place of origin, only a way back. For four hundred years, she just walked and kept walking, sending away dying people one after another.
It wasn't until the late autumn of 1999 that she opened the door.
A five-year-old boy stood next to his mother's body, a fire burning in his eyes.
"I'm going to kill him," he said.
She asked: "What happens after you kill him?"
He doesn't know. But she reached out.
She didn't know until many, many years later——
Her destination is not on the other side of the door.
On this side of the door, beside him.
Intention: Home is not far away, but somewhere where someone is waiting for you.