The World of Masks

Callie absorbs the life force of the monster she hunted. Apparently, due to its magical nature, the life force was consuming so much that Jack gave in gently. Now there was a reason why I didn't care about the life force of these monsters. What was important to Jack now was the human nature of Callie, walking quietly beside him.

From what I've seen so far, he's just a lucky man who doesn't seem to be of much use. But what I just saw in the hunt was a sudden brake on that thought.

It was definitely a predator, not a predator.

Jack sees Callie walking a little closer. The appearance of him walking around with his shoulders hanging cold was reminiscent of deer-like herbivores.

Jack is lost in thought.

It didn't seem like he was lying to himself. If you tried to deceive yourself, you wouldn't create a scene that would create such alertness.

Of course, you may have done that to induce Jack's misconceptions backwards, but in such cases it is usually effective when you are suspected of a suspicious situation or when you expect it to happen, and if the other person misjudges you for nothing and suddenly shows suspicious behavior, it's just "Doubt me." It's just a stupid thing to say.

"Let's think about it. '

Jack shuts up and talks to Callie. Of course, he didn't say what he was going to say from the beginning. Rather, I brought up all the irrelevant stories. Everyday stories, hunting stories, real-world stories. Callie, who stuttered and stuttered in a small voice to Jack's words, was coming along quite comfortably at some point.

To Callie, who was terrified of the uneasy journey the tracker might come upon, Jack's voice was relaxed and calm, bringing a little rest. If the anxious and restless situation scares even the people next to you, the anxiety is much greater. However, anxiety is significantly reduced if the person next to you leads you as if nothing happened. People tend to be 'willing.' It is also referred to as'. For Callie, a man named Jack was a man of great will.

Jack kept talking to Callie. Of course, I didn't forget to get my sixth sense up so I could be ready for the shooting at any time.

"By the way, catching monsters is a relief from stress. Maybe there's nothing more to relieve the stress that's accumulated in real life."

I felt a tingling sensation. Maybe it's because he stabbed me in the heart. I felt a hesitation that I hadn't seen for a while. Donna, Monya. Consent or denial. Jack narrows his eyes into the mask.

"· · · · · · Do you think so?"

A little hesitation, and a little rebellion. Jack agreed.

"Yes. Honestly, the game itself is illegal. Is it so blameworthy to do something that you can't stand up for in reality? But we have to stop with the PK and psychological rape that can actually kill people."

What the hell is he talking about? Hypocrisy spills a light smile into his mouth.

"I think it's enough to indulge yourself. For example, killing NPCs or · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

The eyes in the mask point straight at Callie.

"Play with a few monsters and kill them."

"· · · · · · · · · · · · But a little moral, don't you think?"

Is he serious, or is he deliberately talking about himself? Jack said it right away.

"If you want to live a completely moral life, you shouldn't have played this game in the first place. It's an illegal game. Personally, I don't think there's a game like this that can't be solved in real life."

I meant what I said. Is there anyone as helpful in the masked world as you are today? Jack was so keen to see the virtue of the game that he asked himself.

"So · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Take a breath and tell me the conclusion.

"I think you can do whatever you want unless it harms you directly."

Jack smiles and looks at Callie. Now, how do we react? If you have a response to an objection, you should make excuses according to the repertoire prepared. Jack waits for Callie's reply with a little anticipation.

"· · · · · · · · · · Yes. You're absolutely right."

Callie lowers her head, thinking for a moment, and reacts with a bright voice. Callie's voice blends in with a slight burst of energy, as if she had forgotten something to worry about.

"Actually, I play with them a little bit before I kill the monster. Too much stress in real life. That's how it happened."

At the end, your voice grows smaller as you fade away. You have to be good at this. Jack reacts with a big greeting.

"Is Callie the same way? Coincidence. Me too. They have similar tastes."

Jack listens, accepts, and sometimes strongly agrees with Callick.

A single burst of water speeds up over time. The conversation between Jack and Callie is also increasingly elevated.

Callie's excited. Out of that nightmare in real life, I met a reliable player using the name Jack. There, the player's taste was someone who could empathize with what he thought was unreasonable. There was always an overlap of friendliness and the situation of being a savior that saved me, and my liking rose endlessly.

Jack looks at Callie with cold eyes hidden in the mask. With her mouth, of course, she was constantly blossoming a loving tale with Callie.

Unlike the cowardly and introverted nature that I have seen so far, it is confirmed that there is a cruel heart in Callie's mind, even if she is "with" herself. But it didn't seem completely crooked like you. Is Callie the kind of person she is for no other reason than now? Or what environment, unlike you, has brought that emotion up? Jack turns to talk about the stress of reality. If it was created by the environment, the environment of reality would have had an important impact. And Jack's question was bingo.

Callie follows the narrative of a slippery reality. No, he was waiting for someone to recognize his pain. You begin to mourn your own cruelty. A drunk father who wields violence when touched. A heavy debt that covers the household. A bunch of hooligans harassing themselves with dirty gossip every time they see themselves. Scary private loan sharks and gangsters who come and lay waste to it when they forget. Jack who heard me slapped his tongue. Something dramatic came out of Callie's mouth.

At last, I was happy to meet someone who understands me, or I was sad for my life, and tears fell from Callie's eyes. Lift up your mask and wipe your tears. However, I felt a little relieved to confess my debt to someone who I met for a really long time.

"Then why don't you leave the house? With income from the world of masks, you can't help living alone."

Callie shakes her head.

"I'm very limited because I'm a minor. Moreover, private loan sharks, gangsters, and nuns all know that I'm paying for it. They threaten to sell her as a prostitute on an island or abroad if she ever runs away. There's no way out."

It was so grotesque. I could wear my tongue because I was a bag. But as Jack, it was a pretty interesting situation.

'It's also because of the environment.'

It didn't seem natural like myself. It's not as serious as you are there. In comparison, a domestic violence person is more likely to relieve stress by swinging violence at their child or pet, which is much weaker than they are. But it was also true that there was a 'queek'.

Jack changed his plan. Up until now, I've just been following you around to kill you a little more painfully, but I thought it was more interesting. It may or may not be, but it was at least worth trying.

"By the way, is it really okay?"

Callie turns her back. It seemed like the trackers were worried. Jack gently patted Callie on the shoulder.

"I can't help it. Honestly, no matter how hard we run, we won't be able to outrun them. We'd better take the next raid to the fullest extent."

I thought about waiting to dig a trap, but I didn't think Callie could withstand the extreme tension. In the end, it seemed much better to stabilize him by instilling hope that he was still on the run. If we were lucky, we could have escaped safely. The odds seemed low.

"But I'm scared."

"I'm fine. You saw it earlier, right? because I can stop the artillery. Don't worry about defense, and just do what I taught you."

Calm Callie's mind as much as possible. After a short breath, Callie grips her fist and nods firmly.

"Yes!"

Jack smiles back at Callie for a encouraging answer. And.

"I don't think he's gonna make it."

"Yes?"

You run to the side, holding Callie in question for Jack's voice.

Phew!

A gunshot from a distance strikes both eardrums with a loud bang to the ground.