"Shut up!" William's words were like a sharp knife that cut through my clothes layer by layer, from my outer coat to my inner clothes. In the end, he mercilessly tore off the last layer of cloth that wrapped around my body. However, this was just the beginning. He was now going to use this knife to cut my flesh.
"Why don't you dare to look at the real you?" William stood up and faced me. His golden eyes were like an abyss as he stared at me.
For the first time, I felt that he was so unfamiliar. Had he always been good at pretending, suppressing his true self for a long time, and waiting for this day to erupt?
"Kato, the game is over!" My voice was surprisingly weak, like a feather floating in the cold wind. The wind raged, blowing it up and down, mocking the feather's weakness.