I never dared to recall the scene that night in "Fengxi Village".
Broken corpses and collapsed houses, crimson blood pooled on the ground like maple syrup.
"Did I do this?" I kept asking myself this over and over in my heart.
But the shredded flesh between my fingers, and the nauseating yet deliciously sweet blood in my mouth, already gave me the answer.
I had become a monster.
...
It's like that maple forest behind the village, even though I entered it at the break of dawn, by the time I looked up again, the sun had already set.
The days in the forest always passed swiftly.
I probably know what happened to me.
So after that night, I rarely interacted with others.
I spent my days wandering in the depths of the mountains, only occasionally venturing to nearby towns in the brightest noon sunlight to exchange for necessary supplies with the residents.
But it never lasted long.
