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When I was a kid, a wild macaque attacked me on the mountain. Grandpa saved me by chopping off its left paw with a cleaver. We thought it was over, but strange things started happening—every night I dreamed of a hairy “person” gnawing on bloody brains by my bed; monkey fur came out of Grandpa’s pipe, and the pig’s head meat drying in the yard always lost a piece of brain. Until one morning, Grandpa collapsed by the pigsty, with four tiny claw marks on his temple, muttering, “It’s here to collect the debt”... It turns out the macaque didn’t die; instead, it gained supernatural powers and takes revenge by eating the brains of those who hurt it. And its next target is me—the one Grandpa protected that day.
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