"Is everyone's death related to him?" Gao Ming recalled the stories told by the homeowner, "What did that guy do to you all?"
"He initially hid inside a doll, the one that Mom made by hand," the girl's expression was pained. "During my brother's coma, I found him. But he appeared so pitiful and amusing, like a lost benevolent soul. I befriended him. At night when I slept, I even placed him beside my pillow. I sang to him, played games, and frolicked with him. But I didn't expect him to be utterly inhuman, rotten to the core!"
The girl could no longer cry; her pale face cracked open, revealing shallow trails of blood. "He took over my body while I slept at night, making me sleepwalk and do terrifying things. By dawn, he would obediently return to the room, pretending as if nothing had happened."
