Her withered hands braced against the floor. Her long hair dragged along the ground, but at the tips, it turned into thick, black ink.
The ink dripped down, pooling on the floor. As the woman moved, tiny drops of ink speckled the ground, gradually gathering together.
The upper half of the woman's body was emaciated. A thin veil of gauze draped over her, but the bones protruding beneath it were still visible.
Below the waist, rags tangled together, and a mottled trail of blood stretched across the floor.
The woman hung her head and twisted her neck, making a crackling sound as her joints ground together.
Ink from her hair splattered onto the floor. One drop landed on the woman called Xiaotian.
Xiaotian screamed, her face crumpling as she crawled backward. She crashed into Liu Yingjie, knocking him down with her, then grabbed his trouser leg and clung to it.
Liu Yingjie looked just as terrified. He let out an incoherent cry, but didn't push Xiaotian away. Instead, he dragged her along as he crawled backward.
"What is that?! What is that thing? What did you bring here?!" Liu Yingjie demanded.
Xiaotian shook her head and answered in a tearful voice, "I don't know... It's not mine! The company gave it out! A little freebie, a notebook! There was an extra one!" Her words were jumbled, but one could still piece together an answer.
In this abnormal company, everything was probably abnormal.
The woman crawling on the floor stopped moving and abruptly raised her head. Her neck was exposed. The severed edges were fusing together, forming a pitted scar. Her black hair was turning red from the roots. As though soaked in blood, even the ink dripping from its tips turned into blood.
The ink stains on the floor turned