Cursed Bunny

When he reached his house, the villager saw that the part of his trousers that the young man had grasped was glinting with gold. With some other people from the village, he went out after sunrise to the place where he had seen the boy, but the mountain trail was only muddy from the melting snow, and of the golden boy and the man with his belly split open, there was not a trace.

The crouching boy had looked up at the villager who approached him. The boy’s eyes held no emotion. Without a word or change in expression, he took out another cold-hardened lump of gold from his father’s belly and put it in his mouth. When the boy opened his mouth, the villager spotted sharp fangs like that of a fox or wolf.

It was the body of a young man. The boy had ripped open the man’s stomach, dipped his hands into him, and taken out a golden lump, which he was ravenously eating.

The son did not even appear at his twin sister’s funeral.

It was a sound almost loud enough to bring the roof of the house down.

Seeing his pale and passive daughter together with his son, who now stood between them, sparked a suspicion in his mind that he immediately refused to acknowledge consciously. Instead, he stormed out of his daughter’s room.

Avoiding his father’s watchful gaze, the son began to enter his sister’s room on his own.
This time, it wasn’t to drink his sister’s blood.

The man fed his son his own blood.

In his shed at home was a hidden treasure that nobody knew about; never again would he have to start over from nothing. Whether he made a good profit or a small one, he always had a leisurely smile on his face, successfully selling all manner of things at the market.

She had long lost the energy to bark or bite.