"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!"
Immense panic flooded Adam's veins. When he reached for the mask, he didn't feel the cool sensation he was expecting. Instead, his fingers brushed against his blood-stained cheeks.
He sent a mental command to the Faceless Mask to separate from his face, but the mask did not listen. He ordered it again and again and again…
But the mask did not listen. It had seemingly gone into a slumber, but the faint whispers echoing in the far corners of his spirit sea told a different story.
"This is not funny!" Adam screamed in panic. "G-get off of my face, bastard!"
He pinched his cheeks, then clawed at his face. The mask did not come off. Instead, he ended up hurting himself.
Is it always going to be like this? He thought in apprehension.
Am I always going to hear those damned whispers?!
Damn it, at that point, I might really turn mad!
