This chapter contains light gore. Reader discretion is advised.
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"How proficient are you at using a saw?" Xavier asked calmly.
"Eh?" Eulene was befuddled. What did he mean?
Xavier kept quiet as the wall before him lowered back to the ground. The tied psychiatrist came back to their sight again.
He was lying with his eyes on the ceiling, not bothering to even struggle out of the straps. After the wall completely disappeared, Joseph looked at them with his blank hazel eyes.
The duo could only feel his gaze upon them. As for the other mysterious gazes that had originated from his eyes, they had disappeared.
Xavier stepped forward. Eulene followed.
"Looks like we can finally have a civilised conversation," Xavier said as he stood right beside the medical bed.
"Who are you?" Joseph asked, his voice devoid of any emotions—even the will you live. "No. What are you?"
