"Wakila—"
This was the scream of the paperman One as he fell into the abyss, first sharp, then dull, and finally disappearing completely.
An Buchen's eight limbs once again stretched out from the water bucket, she positioned her head in the right place, and then slowly walked to the stone table, pulling out a calendar from a hidden compartment beneath the table, and marking an "X" on today's date.
Looking at this month's calendar, several "X" character charms were already marked, varying in color. Some were like clumps of black paint, like marks made by burning a stick, while others were blood-stained, but most of the time, they were simply marked with a brush dipped in ink like they are now.
After finishing with the calendar, she took out a small booklet from the hidden compartment, reaching out her hand to flip through the pages, her slender fingers gently touching every word on the booklet.
