After slicing the man open, the paper figure reached for the woman of the house.
"Don't hurt my mom!"
The little boy charged out with a toy sword clenched in both hands, like a knight.
Shhk!
The paper hand pierced the woman's heart. Her mouth gaped as she slowly toppled backward. With a thud, her terror-stricken face landed right in front of the boy.
The boy's eyes widened.
He stared at his motionless mother.
For a moment, he seemed unable to understand what had happened, or why his mother wasn't moving.
Hearing his family's screams, the blinded old man endured the pain and turned around. With all his strength, he hacked his billhook into the paper figure, only to leave a white mark.
The paper figure turned its head.
It plunged a hand into the old man's chest.
"No, Xiaohai!" The old woman rushed over desperately, trying to carry her grandson away, but a paper hand easily sliced both her arms to pieces.
"Don't hurt my grandma!" The little boy finally snapped out of his daze over his mother's strange condition. Raising his Kamen Rider sword, he swung at the paper figure whose hands were covered in blood.
Clang!
The plastic toy sword broke in two.
The blood-soaked paper hand sliced open the old woman's chest, then clamped onto the little boy's head. As he struggled with all his might, it gradually tightened its grip, slowly crushing his skull out of shape.
Just then, the door opened.
Lying in a pool of blood, the little boy was breathing out more than he breathed in. He glanced at the person entering, concern appearing on his face. Summoning the last of his strength, he struggled to cry out.
"Run, sis, there's... cough, cough... a monster..."
With those words, he breathed his last.