Recently, Ming Ci discovered a mole growing on his collarbone.
Crimson, round, like a drop of blood splattered on the snow-white skin.
At first, he didn’t pay much attention, just couldn’t help but take an extra glance when looking in the mirror. But after a while, that red mole started to grow, like a puddle of blood flowing downward, spreading… almost occupying the entire chest.
Ming Ci felt he should get it checked out. On the night before going to the hospital, as he passed the mirror on his way, he subconsciously took a look.
—The crimson mark had disappeared.
Ming Ci walked up to the mirror, carefully observing his collarbone and chest, the skin was snow-white and clean. He breathed a sigh of relief, about to turn off the light, but caught sight of a blurry figure behind him.
Ming Ci “…”
It drew nearer slowly, its soft limbs elongating, like intertwining red ropes enclosing Ming Ci’s body.
“You can’t… abandon me… we… must be together forever.”
The moist, warm breath wrapped around his trembling skin, murmuring softly.
The red mole on his collarbone eventually grew into a crimson, eerie monster, entangling him day and night.
