I Just Want to Simply Draw a Picture

I, Zou Ming, an unlucky guy who just graduated and can't find a job, my eyes suddenly mutated. I could see the rotten truth of the world: the face of the man walking the birds was covered with blood worms, and the shadow of the security guard had tentacles. What's even more unfortunate is that the strange paintings I drew at random were targeted by a mysterious organization called "The Asylum Bureau". They arrested me and said I was a "source of pollution" and wanted to dissect me for study. Now, while I have to avoid this group of people who want to slice me up, I also have to figure out: In the sketchbook left by my grandfather, why does his self-portrait move and have the words "I did not escape" written in blood? Are these broken eyes a curse or a key?