As soon as I closed the wooden door of The Maestro's office, I couldn't help but release a sigh of exhaustion.
The Maestro is one hell of a handful of beings.
"Wait...!" A realization struck me like lightning. "You still haven't told me about Fake Death's--"
I spun around in an attempt to go back inside the office. But once I did, I saw a cob wall with no door. Apparently, Fake Death was telling the truth when he said there was no way of telling how to get into the Maestro's office.
It truly was a one-way ticket.
My shoulders slumped, and I let out another deep sigh as another unsolvable mystery entered the fray.
If Fake Death was literally a fake Death, then what the fuck was he?
"I should probably give up asking questions about things my mortal mind could never understand," I muttered to myself, shaking my head.
I looked around and observed the interior of the Death Headquarters.
