when i was little , on a night like this one , i woke up to the sounds of footsteps outside my room . have you ever heard footsteps like this .ᐣ shoeless , wet soles splattering on the marble floor , slimy and erratic , like a frayed brush stroking haphazardly across a canvas .
what he would call,antique decors. he reaps profits in every way,yet he’s very kind——very human. )manager,( acheng begins,seeing that there’s no response from the room. )perhaps they’re not here?
( such gaze is familiar to him,dripping with venom and resolution to reap life. xu wenqiang is always kind and tolerating,unlike many other entities that would do only a onetime contract,he would let his business partner live their &.
decorations. acheng had witnessed everything,the agonising scream coming from his manager’s cigarette ashtray,dishonest souls will be sentient until they’re not,turning into just an object,soundless,and got sold away by the manager as &.
and when he’s mad at someone,his temper is unmatching,he would hunt them all over the city,the land,he could hunt them from across the world,dragging the running souls back from across the sea and turn them into a sentient &.
life and collect his payment only after they die. and albeit calling it collecting the payment,it’s nothing close to eerie at all. but some human,egoistic,would try to fool him in hope of getting away. xu wenqiang will be mad. &.
and i want your violence, your silent sedation, your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation. and i want your pyro, your born—again virgin, your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling.