Reign's anger exploded. "What do you know about me!" he roared, his frustration spilling over.
The idea that someone had seen his memories and was now suggesting he was being manipulated only fueled his rage.
"You're getting defensive and angry—your benefactor conditioned you well," the madman said, laughing.
"Cut the crap! The system gave me a second life. I'm supposed to be dead already, so I don't care what its plans are as long as I can kept on living," Reign snapped back.
"Give you a second life?" The madman's grin widened. "You really don't know anything, do you? How much has your benefactor twisted your memories?"
Reign's eyes widened, with a mix of confusion and unease flashing across his face.
"What are you talking about? I know my own memory ," he protested his voice trembling with frustration.
"Are you sure? It was quite easy for me to bring you here," the madman teased.