Adam could swear that he felt his soul flee his body at that instant.
Valentine's eyes were pitch black, as though he were no longer himself. No, his young master was rarely mad, and even when he was, it only lasted for a few minutes.
"Y-young master, what is going on?"
Valentine's body trembled, and he stood up to his feet. He staggered towards Adam and harshly gripped his hair from behind, pulling it.
"OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN! OVER AND OVER AGAIN! I feel like I am losing myself! I feel insane, and I feel like I could kill myself!"
Adam's face was scrunched in deep pain. "Y-young master, please let go. It hurts!"
"I should let go? Does it hurt that bad? HahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHA!!" Valentine laughed uncontrollably, as though he had gone mad. He let go of Adam's hair and pushed him so hard that Adam found himself crashing into the wall.
