Late at night, Lin An tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep.
Eventually, he reluctantly sat up from the bed, staring blankly at his home covered in traces of blood splatter.
Ever since he had chosen to share perceptions with his head, his once warm and comforting home now looked to him like a haunted house, filled with dripping fresh blood everywhere.
Not to mention, those three people in his subconscious, oh, wait, it's four now.
The clown mask, Da Susu, Mr. Liu, 'Life Taster' Wizard.
These four frolicked like wild dogs, making a racket in the bathroom sink mirror one moment, and shouting in the hallway the next, sometimes running into the phone screen, or even around the steel pipe of the electric fan...
Of course, the most terrifying of all should be Lin An's bed.
Lin An tugged at the pillow, and sticky plasma dripped down, stringing to the bedsheets, looking extremely horrifying.
"Sigh..."
Why did he agree to share perceptions with his head on a whim?
