The object reflected in the rearview mirror was a long-collapsed watchtower, its top once adorned with a searchlight and a place for guards had vanished, leaving only a rusty steel structure.
Below the steel structure, there was a mass resembling a "fleshy entity"—this mass had already fused with the steel structure, constantly extending to the top.
There, the "fleshy entity" had grown into a spherical bud, its surface covered with cracks... upon closer inspection, one could see that these cracks were densely packed with eyeball-like things.
At the base of the fleshy entity, a dilapidated humanoid doll leaned crookedly, its limbs long since broken, held together by the bio-organic tissues provided by the fleshy entity. In the doll's hand, nailed firmly, was a dark red-stained rubber baton.
On the doll's arm, the dirty armband was essentially a "flesh ring" formed from a chain of rotting meat.
This eldritch creature, just a glance is enough to drive one's sanity to zero.
