Nothing worked.
Nothing works.
There is nothing that he could do.
Zhihao felt his brain freeze up when he looked into the pitch-black eyes of the Akuma.
He felt like this Akuma was going to pull something on him. It was a gut feeling that didn't seem to go away. Maybe it was due to the way the Akuma looked at him, maybe it was the darkness of the eyes that seemed to seep through Zhihao's skin and sting him.
Mastermo had never felt this feeling.
This bone-chilling fear.
This blood-raising excitement.
This was the reason why he was playing. This adrenaline rush, this thoughtlessness, this fear that paralyzed him, he was looking for something like this, and now he had found it.
