Walking in the Human World

After my grandfather died, what he left me was not an inheritance, but a world filled with silent screams. The mirror in the old house will remember your face, the voice under the bed cannot respond, and the shadow outside the window will never leave. Those weird taboos he taught me turned out to be the only way to survive. Now, it's my turn to collect those... "Things" that shouldn't exist. Just, With each piece I work on, I feel a little closer to "them." ——When you start to stare at the rules, the rules also start to stare at you. (Everything is fiction, please do not bring it into reality)