My Neighbor Said I Peeped, So I Showed the Village the Footage

My first day back in my hometown, the woman next door came to borrow my cat to catch mice.

In my last life, I said yes. I carried the cat over to her house myself.

I never guessed she'd turn around, tear her own blouse open, slap herself across the face a few times, and run out barefoot,

screaming that I'd assaulted her.

The whole village poured out and beat me, smashed my things, and in the end they crushed every bone in both my hands and both my feet,

so I could never paint again. I lay dying on that bed for a month before the sickness took me.