"Ms. Liang, are you all right? If you're not feeling well, you can take a break and we'll talk again later."
"No, I... I'm fine... It's just that... the four of us can't stay in the dorm anymore. We told the company that if they didn't resolve this, we'd rather wash dishes at a small restaurant than keep working there. Besides, the police have come twice about this... We moved somewhere else, into a new place. On the day we moved... that day, I saw an auntie walking by with a chicken. It had just been slaughtered and plucked, and it was covered in blood... I... I couldn't shake the feeling that the chicken was looking at me..."
"Was it really looking at you, or was that just your imagination?"
"It was probably my imagination. Just my imagination... After that, I started to feel like I couldn't take it anymore..."
"Did anything similar happen after you moved? Did you see that thing again?"
"I did, I saw it... I still... at the office, and on the road... I quit. I couldn't stand it, so I quit. I moved out of the dorm and rented a new place. It was a tiny studio, just for me, out in the suburbs. Before moving in, I looked around carefully and asked people about it. The people nearby and the residents in the surrounding buildings were all there, and there were lots of people in the complex. I thought everything would be fine. But... but that night, I heard it again... It was pecking at the balcony window, and... and there was a sound of claws scratching at the balcony... I... I hid inside and didn't dare look. I even called the police... But... before they arrived, the balcony window had already been smashed.