You see a blood mist, and the trees in the distance are shadowy, like a strange oil painting. At this time, you see a sphere hanging on a branch not far away. Because the fog is too thick, you can't see what it is. You took a few steps forward and suddenly stepped on something. You raised your feet and found that it was a bloody face. You vaguely feel that the sphere may be the same as the thing under your feet. The head turned its face at this time, and you were far enough to see him clearly. You could clearly see the blood dripping down the corner of its mouth, dripping on several skeletons under the tree, tick_tick. You even know that the green group in the distance is watching you, but you still walk deeper into the woods.
Getting closer and closer, you couldn't help but touch your chest, it was empty except for a hole. You can even touch your own back through the blood hole. You weren't excited by the idea, nor were you amused by the wounds similar to those you had suffered before. Because you know that your heart used to be there.
Concept: supernatural