The bloodstains on Matty are quite artistic; it is not simply a blood mark, blood mist, or spiky stains, but rather a large red bird, or you could say a spreading eagle.
Under Wu Chang's scrutiny, the large blood-colored eagle flapped its wings, flying off from Matty and swooping toward his face.
Amid the whooshing sound of flapping wings, he glimpsed the vision within the grudge.
The owner of the grudge was the previous postal worker, wearing a superhero-style yellow tight suit under the red postal uniform.
He sat behind the desk, meticulously sorting through the materials on it, marking out useful information, and if necessary, turning them into clippings.
The leftover materials for the clippings were those newspapers Wu Chang had previously discovered inside the post office.
Knock, knock, knock.
The post office's door was knocked on.
The knocker was a middle-aged man, his face showing anger, barging in without waiting for the Superhero to say come in.
