Montana stared at the strangely repulsive report and the universe's attempt to make him relive the worst memory of his teenage years. The more he reviewed the report, the more he wanted to sneer at everyone who thought it was only a game.
"Perhaps I had known long ago that demons really exist." Montana's eyes had gone dark and filled with hatred. For a moment, he found the coldness inside him that he needed to extinguish with the warm alcohol. However, even if he gulped down the whole glass in one go, he found it hard to sleep.
Montana might have been a sweet child growing up, but he was a recluse that didn't know much of the world. He could only ride the wave during high school, and he had been secretly the butt of the joke. However, it never became too funny as he was awfully clueless that he was being mocked.
