The distorted world of thick ink lines and…people?
How could this be a person!？
At first sight, the chaotic stickman appeared in reality, which brought a great impact to the man’s three views.
The chaotic lines had a kind of grotesque horror that made him feel nervous every time he glanced at it.
Weird, crazy, silent, devouring.
The man took a step back, as if he had broken something, and the wind howled.
He rushed forward abruptly, turned and looked around in horror, and saw a hole in the window of the ink painting. The black lines in the hole were entangled in a messy and dense mess, as if to devour something, once it fell into it, it would be smashed to pieces.
Sweat kept slipping from his forehead, and the feeling of being too wet made the man feel weird.
He stretched out his hand to wipe it off his jaw, and his hands made up of messy lines were covered with ink.
“！?”
“Ah—-!”
The frightened cry was not made by the man.
He had already blocked his throat by the terrifying fright, sat on the ground with his legs softly and looked in the direction of screaming, and saw the twisted “Stickman” not far away pointing in his direction.
“Face, face…”
Face, what’s wrong?
Are you talking about me?
The man stiffly stretched out his hand to his face again.
Start softly.
It feels weird, it’s like… it’s like he picked up the paper that was accidentally blown into the water tank by the wind.
This thought made him unconsciously push hard.
The soft feeling is detached.
There seems to be something wrong with the perception of the face.
The man put his hand in front of him again and saw a ball of paper foam being pulled down in his hand.
He tore off a piece of his face.