The World of Masks

Callie looks at her hands. I was drawn to red blood and looked like the Devil's Hand. The Pokémon drains its power from its grip.

Tuck.

A dagger falls on the soft, weed-laden floor. The sound of falling sounds faint as the bush acts as a buffer. Just as he proudly claimed to have ended one person's life, the dagger shed elongated blood. Look at the dagger with your empty eyes. I couldn't think of anything. I don't know what to do with such a big shock. Even though it was forced, I ended a player today.

'You didn't die, did you?'

It was already well known around the world that you could die of shock in a masked world. It was also the biggest reason the masked world was banned. Callie looks at Vik's body. Traces of the brutal murders that remain here and there. I thought that would be enough shock. Callie's heart became heavier and heavier.

I blamed Jack for creating this situation. But soon, I shook my head.

'No, he did it for me.'

We can never live like this. Callie was confused, too. That's why I desperately suppressed the grumbling against Jack. But behind it was a tremendous sense of fear that the only person who ever cared about himself and hated the Jack that he had become trustworthy could become alone again. In Callie's mind, Jack's existence had already grown so big that he couldn't hide it.

Meanwhile, Jack, who left Callie, has made his way to Creed, the other survivor.

'I'll leave it alone for a while.'

It was the first murder in my life, even if I had a 'chit', and in the game. I liked giving it some time. He enjoyed his first massacre, but he knew very well that he was just abnormal.

'I was thinking of waking up right away, but · · · · · · · · ·.'

Sitting there dazed, raped, doesn't look like he's about to kill a human like himself. I thought I'd take some more time and drag it this way.

'How far will it go?'

Do we live our lives without losing our morality to the end? Or will it turn into a monster who hunts humans, like himself? Maybe one step ahead of himself.

'Either way, it'll be fun.'

So let's just leave it at that. It could be your last chance to feel guilty for your last humanity.

Jack stomps the fallen Creed on his feet.

"Now open your eyes. I know it's already happened."

Do not open your eyes. Jack smiles in relief.

"I can't help it. Then it's better to wake him up with a knife like him, right?"

You speak freely to yourself and pull out another sword from the bracelet. This time it's Longsword. It glides out of the black and reflects on the sunlight.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · got up."

You hear a blunt sound. Jack 'picks' and smiles, returning the sword to the sword.

"Well done. You have a lot to listen to, so I wanted to talk to you in a sane way."

"How did you know I was awake?"

"I didn't know that."

Jack blurted out as if it was nothing. Creed's mouth twists subtly in the mask.

"I just thought you might be awake. I'm surprised you got caught in the crossfire."

"You're playing with it completely."

Unpleasant voice. But Jack shakes his head with a swirling smile.

"But it's good for you. It was really hard to wake up your colleague. so you could use a little less strength, because if you weren't awake, I'd really like to wake you up with an arm of a mop."

Creed tries not to react, but he can't help but be creeped out by the trunk of his back. I saw everything he did to Vik. The guy in front of me was really crazy.

'No matter how much I thought about it, I got it wrong.'

But the bus had already left, the river was never coming back.

"Did you enjoy your colleague's screams? Pretty ugly scream, huh?

Jack speaks softly, turning his head toward Vik's corpse. Creed's head returns to you naturally. I was confused. He wasn't much of a talker, talker, and temperamentalist, but I didn't like the cruel scenery of my colleague being killed recently. But that was also a moment. Now I needed to get out of this situation so I wouldn't look like that.

"· · · · · · · · · · · What do you want?"

Jack smiles.

"I like someone who's quick to notice. It's easy to talk fast."

He leans over and looks Creed straight in the eye.

"Source of gunpowder. And if so, information about your organization."

Creed grips his teeth.

"What if I don't?"

Jack draws his sword without hesitation. Creed's eyes widen. It was time for Creed to speak out of his mouth.

Phew!

"Rrrrgh!!!"

A deep wound has been inflicted on your thigh. Jack unsheathes the wound by rotating the sword. Creed's screams and groaning strike his eardrums. Jack swirls and laughs, tearing at the wound with his sword.

"Very well. If you want to taunt me, go ahead. because I love this stuff."

"Crazy bastard!!!!"

"Good, that's a good beating. A man's got to have balls like that."

Jack draws his sword and sticks it back next to a few cm. I whistled even a slight nostril as I squeezed out my lungs and squeezed out the scream. Creed looks at Jack with eyes full of pain.

"You crazy bastard!! '

But this time, I did not cry out my thoughts. The man in front of you smiles and stabs himself to enjoy, not to get information. I can't believe there was such a madman. I was always afraid of the world that I was stirring up.

"Y-yeah, stop! I'll tell you. I'll tell you!"

"Oh, you've already surrendered? Just a little bit more rebellious, okay? Suddenly, I'll have a chance to hack you into pieces."

You press down on the side with your sword. The blade moves along, opening the wound even more. Creed screams to tear his vocal cords apart. Only after his thighs were covered in blood and white bones were revealed between the wounds did Jack stop to make sure he was a little satisfied. Looking at his work, Jack smiles satisfactorily and approaches Creed.

"You have two options: whether you're comfortable blowing the whistle, or whether you keep your mouth shut and I enjoy it. If you keep your mouth shut about saving my clumsy ass, I'd be happy to. I like it either way, to be honest. No, it might be better if you just kept your mouth shut."

Soft and friendly voice fills my brain. The devil's whispering voice awakens Creed to a feeling of horror. I clearly realized that even if I tried to attract and rebel as much as I could with my vanity and pride, it would only make him feel better. What creeps Creed even more is that his mouth still has a thin smile. He should never have gone rogue. I heard there are many demons in the world, but I never thought I'd actually meet them. Creed is desperately able to realize that all he has to do is nod.

As Creed cooperates, Jack holds his head back.

"Good. I like a good beater, but I don't hate a good listener."

Jack pulls something out of the bracelet. Creed's body twitches. It was because I was afraid of something that might torture me. But luckily for Crie, it wasn't that kind of thing.

"· · · · · · · · · Jewelry of contract."

"You know. It's a wonderful thing."

I threw a few gems into the air and received them. Creed's face moves along a subtle gem. Suddenly, I thought of cats moving their faces along the moving chute that I saw on the internet.

"Under the circumstances, you wouldn't believe me if I told you I'd let you go, and I can't trust you when I hear you. So here's what you need. He's got a lot of flaws, but he's definitely the most obvious."

Jack places the jewels in front of Creed. The mask frowns. Creed was familiar with the dangers of this gem. I felt like I wanted to reject the dagger. Jack adds a note to whether he had read the hint.

"Of course, you know you don't have a choice."

Creed heavily agreed with Jack. Immediately, the light from the gem wraps around them and disappears.