I Sewed up Gods in a Funeral Parlor.

At three o'clock in the morning, I always have an extra body at the funeral home. They are covered with strange sutures, as if they have been pieced together again. Senior said don't ask, don't look, don't be curious. But I couldn't help but lift the white cloth—— That face is exactly the same as mine. The phone vibrated suddenly and received a new message: [Run away, they are making a "substitute"] And in the mirror, I don't know when thin sutures appeared on my neck... ---