Scary Sushi Script ((install)) -

I turned.

Kaito slices a maki roll. Inside: not rice. A human EYE. The iris is the customer’s own birthdate. scary sushi script

The script’s final line, already scrawled on my ceiling in what looked like old blood: I turned

My hand trembled. The air in my room grew cold. I heard—no, felt —the sound of a knife being sharpened behind my wall. scary sushi script

Then I read page 7.

I laughed nervously. Horror sushi? Absurd.