The Consort of the R

As the sun sets in the west, the evening glow paints the sky with a myriad of crimson hues.,A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",There's simply nothing like listening to someone play the piano while they also enthusiastically munch on melon seeds.。