Assembly Line of Weird Things

(No fixed protagonist, mainly short and weird stories) (Introduction to Volume 1 only) At three-thirty in the morning, pierce your ear, drip blood on your favorite thing, and place it on the windowsill. Someone will come and make your wish come true. The devil never defaults. It just takes human language and executes it too precisely. When "want" itself becomes the only evidence of guilt, you will find that the most terrifying thing is not the devil chewing outside the window, but the hole in your heart that can never be filled, placing orders for you. They don't care about any development of these things, just like no one cares about the items made on the assembly line... Where will it be shipped.