"My head hurts so much..."
Mrs. Stass woke up, looking at her messy clothes, her exposed white shoulders, and the similarly messy sheets, recalling the scene before she passed out, her expression drastically changing.
"You're awake?"
She saw the Golden-masked Leader who was slowly fastening his belt, and her heart couldn't help but sink into despair: "We..."
"You fainted, so I let you rest here, that's all."
The masked man answered calmly.
"That's all..."
Mrs. Stass didn't know how to feel, relieved, desperate, painful, or joyful...
Anyway, it was very complicated, making her feel entangled.
At this moment, the golden mask came to her face, whispering softly in her ear: "Everyone wears a mask in life... Only by completely tearing off the disguise, shattering all pretense, and restoring the natural wildness, can we know what kind of person we are... Mrs. Stass, your mask is very interesting!"
Mrs. Stass's face instantly turned pale, her eyes filled with intense fear.
