Mortal

"Eh?"

Lying on the floor and staring at the roof of the bakery, Di Tou couldn't help but notice something off. A series of scratches and scars were riddled across the top of the ceiling as if a wild beast had thrashed hard against the roof. As he stared at the roof, Di Tou fell into a light daze, and the longer he stared, the more it felt like the roof and the surrounding walls were closing in on him, creating an intense sense of claustrophobia. 

Suddenly, staring at the roof that seemed to be touching his nose, Di Tou had the sense that he was in a coffin, and all of those marks were from…

Watching his hands claw at the roof, Di Tou's heart tightened as he thought, "Those marks are from my fingers trying to claw a way out."