"What do you mean everyone? It's not everyone!"

I wanted to hide, but my parents blocked my way.

The skeletal bride broke free from the bandages around the bouquet and stuffed it into my arms. "Okay, it's your turn now."

No... It can't be my turn!

I summoned up the courage to stand up and pushed her with all my strength.

She was much stronger than she looked. Her body just swayed slightly. "What's going on? Are you resisting?"

I couldn't care less.

I pushed her away and desperately ran toward the door.

She stood side by side with my parents, harmoniously like a family.

I desperately tried to open the anti-theft door and rushed outside.

The delivery guy stood in the corridor and turned his head to look at me. His head was being held in his hand, and a pile of orders was balanced on his neck.

The taxi driver's car was parked downstairs. When he saw me coming, he was so scared that he immediately jumped into the car.

I don't know when the fog started to appear. In the hazy white mist, there were men with cars everywhere.

They were either poor or wealthy, but they all had one thing in common: they looked at me with scrutinizing eyes, as if examining merchandise.

I moved through them, my heart pounding.

Strangely, no one stopped me.

Only my parents were running behind me.