Your Fear Only Excites

As the footsteps approached, Eulalia could finally see the person entering. The newcomer wore a Ghost King mask, revealing deep amber eyes and thin lips curved in a faint, sinister smile. Tall, over 6 feet in height, with a slender and imposing figure, the person exuded a cold, oppressive aura.

Eulalia trembled from head to toe, her fear palpable in the unfamiliar environment, the unknown predicament, and especially towards this person. She could tell from everything around her that this individual was adept at tormenting others.

Accompanying him were two men in black, their faces obscured by eerie black and white masks that left only their mouths and eyes visible.

Eulalia, feigning composure, locked eyes with the man in the Ghost King mask, unflinchingly stating, “You are not Cassius.”

The man raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. He had just heard Eulalia’s fear-stricken voice in the surveillance room and did not expect her to regain her composure so quickly. Indeed, Percival’s wom