Chapter 71

Very few words could leave an awful impression on me. "I'm sorry for your mother's death," was one of them. So was, "All your possessions would be given to charity," or "Uno is suffering from a disorder." Among all of them, the psychopath Prestuso bellowing, "I'm back," frightened me the most. Nothing was more spine tingling than hearing his maniacal laughter, together with the dragging sound he was making as he approached the room.

Blaze rushed to my side with the speed of a raging...