'Caw' 'Caw' 'Caw'
Dark clouds veiled the moon, and black crows cawed low.
The thickets were eerie, and beasts hurried past.
A leopard hid in the low grass, staring at the clearing not far away.
The air around its nose was thick with mouthwatering bloodshed.
It cautiously stepped forward, only to draw back in fear.
After hesitating for a long while, it finally slunk away.
Its beastly instincts frantically warned it that the place ahead was forbidden ground.
It could not be crossed, or death would follow.
There, the grim reaper was paying a visit—wild and unrestrained.
Ink splashed wildly as laughter rang without end.
He worked to his heart's content, and no one dared disturb him.
For fear of becoming his next work.
"Hey, don't move. A model should have a model's self-awareness, after all. You chose this yourself, didn't you?"
At the center of the clearing was a sea of red.
Severed limbs lay scattered everywhere, heads rolling across the ground.
No one could tell how many corpses had been destroyed here.
Only that amid the chaos, an easel had been strangely set up.
Right before it, a woman hung in midair in a bizarre pose.
Beneath her feet stood dozens of steel spikes.
The slightest relaxation would send them piercing through her soles.
The woman's eyes bulged slightly as she stared fixedly at the man before the easel.
The man wore a robe and held a brush, scribbling and painting across the canvas.
The corners of his lips curled upward, as though he was immensely pleased with his artwork.
Suddenly, his smile flattened, and he seemed deeply dissatisfied. "I already told you, a model needs to have a model's self-awareness."
As he spoke, he casually tossed over a dagger.
'Clang'
The dagger grazed the rope suspending her