Chapter 4

When I turned thirteen, my hair finally grew to my shoulders again.

It was an ordinary summer night.

I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. After finishing, I was about to head back to my room.

As I passed the sink, I glanced up at the mirror.

The girl in the mirror had shoulder-length hair. She looked normal.

But looking at that hair draped over my shoulders, an indescribable panic suddenly surged in my chest.

My heartbeat began to race.

My breathing became rapid.

In my mind, the "snip" of those sewing scissors when…