Bab 129: Stalker

Like a zombie, I trudged towards the adjoining room.

The curtain to the room was partially open, and that was how I was able to see it. I would have overlooked the room had it not been for the opening.

"What's this?"

The painting of myself looked, so real, it was as if I took a picture with a camera.

But that wasn't what shocked me. The clothes I was putting on were what shocked me.

"How did he get the drawing so well?"

The clothes I was putting on were the PE I had when I was in middle school.

I fully opened the room, eager to see the painting clearly, but I stopped dead in my tracks for the second time since today.

On the walls were paintings of me. The entire place was filled with paintings of me that made it seem like an art gallery.

Most of my paintings were framed and hung on the wall while some were on the easel.

"This is—"

To say I was dumbstruck, will be an understatement.