Sometimes, even if you wanted to be okay, you wouldn't be because of the people around you that triggers your innermost hidden beast.
Chapter 32: Unwell
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"And I will also confess to Manuela," he said determinedly, "I will admit that I am not the real Juan Crisostomo Ibarra; I am also an intruder, just like her. I am her senior."
"Really, though?" A man with a long hair, tinted glasses, and a mustache appeared. He's confident as ever. His presence made the hearbeats of the two faster, as if it's a horse running. "And who gave you the right to go around leaking the secrets of this world?"
The voice was heavy, commanding—the voice of Juan Crisostomo Ibarra, or Simoun, whichever name makes you happy.
"You've got some nerve, Crisostomo! For God's sake, just let us go!" Liam shouted, clearly preferring the name "Crisostomo."
