At this moment, the face of Maurice Ash, bound by spider silk, broke out in a cold sweat due to his nervousness. Beads of flesh-colored sweat began to drip down his face.
"If I'm not myself, then who am I... who am I..."
As his whispering voice rose, the rate of his sweating became faster. Accompanying it, his entire face began to melt, like a dissolving wax statue, with his facial features becoming blurred, merging together. Soon, only the hollow eyes and mouth remained, looking eerily strange.
Finally, he suddenly seemed to understand, laughing out loud,
"So, it turns out I am..."
"The Ninth Finger!"
His voice suddenly became that of a woman. The moment it sounded, the spider silk suddenly disintegrated, turning into a shower of white fluff that fell from the sky.
