Niu Zhiwei turned his head and froze. His phone slipped from his grasp, his eyes bulging in terror. He was scared out of his mind.
The skinless, bloody figure had appeared in the driver's seat. The seat and steering wheel were smeared with fresh blood. A hand of raw muscle and sinew rested on his shoulder, leaving a stark scarlet stain on his white shirt.
The Skinless offered him a silent smile.
"I want your skin."
"AHH!"
With a shout, Niu Zhiwei jolted awake from the Nightmare. Panting heavily and drenched in sweat, he scrambled to turn on the light.
After a long while, he finally recovered from the horrifying dream. He let out a long sigh, deciding to get some water to calm his nerves.
But as he turned to look at his nightstand, he froze solid.
There, on his shoulder, was a fresh, bloody handprint!
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A bright, sunny morning.
