"How does this even make sense?"
I looked around and saw people staring at me with raised brows. Some even looked at me with gloating looks.
In particular...
"Uekh!"
"What are you laughing at?"
"You."
"...."
I pursed my lips, feeling the wrinkles on the mask change subtly. Indeed, my mask was that of an old man. With greying white hair, deep wrinkles, and sunken cheeks, I wasn't just old. I was really old.
'Ah, shit.'
Looking around me and seeing everyone's faces, I felt like crying. Why was I the only one made to look like an old man?
"You have to change your voice too. Make yourself sound older."
"I'll kill you."
"Oh no..."
Leon covered his face with borh hands and pretended to look scared. The only issue with his actions was the lack of change in his expression. His face just seemed to drip with sarcasm at this very moment.
"I'll kill you."
"You already said that."