It's all one flower.

"Yes, Grandpa, today, your neighbor's daughter came to see you."

The old woman speaks loudly and opens the bedroom door.

The annoying smell poured out into the hallway.

Enter the dim room and the old woman opens the curtain.

"I'm a little deaf, so I may not hear back, but, well, just say something to him"

Encouraged to do so, Amiela went to the old man's pillow and reluctantly spoke.

"Good morning. Um... thank you very much to your wife..."

"I can't believe I took care of you. Don't hesitate. We've been visitors for a long time. Thank you."

The old woman laughed and went out into the hallway.

"Let's all have lunch today, shall we? Just talk to me for dinner and wait."

Close the door without waiting for a reply.

Amiella was suddenly left alone with the old man she met for the first time and bewildered.

"Oh, um..."

The old woman went to say something blurry in a whisper without even opening the door.

"Er... air, they're better for you to replace it, so it's a little cold, but you want to open it?

Amiella spoke to the old man as brightly as possible, opening the window.

The old man wears a futon all the way to his head and has not responded.

... Is that better because it's cold?

The cold air in the morning blows away the smell of a cage indoors.

Even after sleeping all the time, the old lady should wash herself with [manipulative water] as she did with Amiela.

Then is this smell of old man's body odor?

... Is it purulent somewhere?

Amiella tried to call as she stood by the window.

"Grandpa, would you like to add or subtract?

No reply.

... Are you still asleep? You shouldn't force me to wake you, should you?

An exuberant futon moved.

He opened his mouth wondering if he was awake, and Amiela breathed.

Huge legs stick out of the gap in the futon. Legs similar to insects are as thick as Amiela's arms.

An old man wakes himself up in bed.

The futon peeled off and the upper body became dewy.

It's a potato worm from the neck down. On the naked side, there are many adult legs that grow and are stupid.

The face that turned this way was dry and obviously not of the living.

I don't know why this happened. But the real reason the old couple's sons left, I see.

... I have to run... I have to run...!

Between Amiella and the door, there is a bed.

The old man moves slowly because his torso is a potato worm.

A cold breeze blew in from the outside and Amiela turned around. Climb onto the window frame and throw your feet out.

Dossa.

Don't look at the sound behind you, look over your shoulder.

The old man's upper body twisted and fell off the bed on his back. The worm's multiple legs scratch the crusty universe in an attempt to wake up the upper body.

The long torso stretches out sloppily and the lower body still fits into the futon.

Amiella had no voice and let herself leap out of the window frame.

Speaking of ground floor, the back of my leg twitches and paralyzes and sounds like a broken arm because I jumped from a higher position than my hips. I felt no pain, scolded my legs, and took a step forward.

... Ah, your letter...!

If I don't collect my stuff, I'll drool right out of here, even if I run away.

Remembering the directions in the hallway earlier, I proceeded to the wall telling.

I can't thank or repay the old lady for helping me.

I just wanted to get away from this.

He sees his whole body in fear, and manages to reach it under an open window in the footsteps that lead him into the mud. A little stretch back and a peek inside left Amiella's luggage intact in the deserted room.

Though we've come this far, we can be on our way.

I make the floor a little higher and it's unlikely I can climb a window from the outside.

... the front door... no. My grandmother will find me.

Plus it could be magically locked.

Quickly look around. There was a storage shed in the corner of the garden.

Sneak the footsteps and gently open the door. I found an old stepping stone.

Hold the stepping stone with your painful arm and return under the window with your hanging feet.

Ride the stepping stone and hang your right arm on the window frame, stretching your back as far as you can and raising your left foot. Impossible posture, but I can't help but have a broken left arm.

He squeezed his full strength and lifted his body.

I manage to put my torso on the window frame and crawl belly. I went indoors using my weight movement.

Unexpectedly, a big breath leaks.

I can't stay stuck.

Wear a coat hung on the back of the chair and grab the backpack. He unloaded his stuff first and unloaded himself under the same procedure as he exited the old man's room.

Something moved at the edge of my sight as I bent over to pick up my stuff.

Fear, turn your face over there.

An old man was seen riding himself out the window.

I'm not about to clean up the stepping stone. Amiella grabbed her stuff and ran out like she had been bounced.

Remove the gateway (candle), do not shake your sides, and run the farm road as far as you can.

The road stretched straight between the wheat fields continues everywhere. There is no appearance of a person as far as I can see.

The neighbor was far away, and the weight of his luggage fell on the sick body. But I'm not going to stop.

Amiella wanted to leave this village as best she could before the old lady finished preparing her lunch and came after her.