In the Corner Depths, ████.
On the gray steps filled with cracks and rubble, stepping on a pair of rounded purple shoes, above them are black suspenders and a white shirt.
The person's arm is always extended forward, holding a beautifully packaged gift box.
The sound of his footsteps is kept low to avoid disturbing the other residents here.
Searching for the door number, he finds the corresponding resident's door,
He seems not to have been here for a long time, a bit nervous.
Take a deep breath,
Thumb flicking the suspenders,
After a round of shoulder joint activity,
Keeping his hands holding the gift unchanged, he takes off his shoes, using his right thumb to gently tap on the door panel.
Knock, knock, knock!
Soon, accompanied by the sound of door hinges creaking, the door opens.
Standing inside the house is not some vicious presence,
nor is it a terrifying Spiritual Body floating in the air,
but a little boy with widely opened eyes and a harelip.
