Losa 11 reappeared before Jason ten minutes later.
The white suit of the eleventh in line to the Losa Family's inheritance had been completely removed, and now he wore blue jeans and a white T-shirt, with his hair returned to its usual style in a slicked-back fashion.
What also returned was his harmless demeanor.
Jason gazed at the completely nonthreatening Losa 11, his eyes filled with contemplation.
Was it truly fear branded deep into the bone that enabled such a high degree of imitation?
Humans are contradictory creatures.
Though we wish to forget some terrifying scenes, they tend to stick with us.
It's not just the scenes themselves, but even our memories and personalities can be influenced.
Is the Losa 11 before me such a person?
Jason wondered.
Losa 11, however, wasn't thinking so much. The eleventh in line to the Losa Family's inheritance walked right through the door and into Jason's room.
"Master Losa 11?"
Billder's and Pers' expressions changed.
