Several paper cutouts of little figures huddled against the wall, their faces smeared with eerie smiles by paint. Yellow and red talisman papers, adorned with writhing runes, covered every inch of the room.,It took him dozens of seconds, gritting his teeth against the pain shooting through his shoulder blades, before he could slowly pull himself to his feet.,I could only hear his voice, thin and broken, as if he were out of breath. He said, "I was fine in the forest, but my grandmother suddenly had people come and cut me up, chopping me into pieces to make a coffin for someone... you see..."。