"I'm listening," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Good," he replied, the shadowy form of his face somehow conveying a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Then let's begin with the truth, Michael… the truth about who I am, who you are, and the future that awaits us both."
He continued, "So, Michael, I am @$@#&$&@. Did you understand?"
What? What did he just say?
I strained to hear, but it was as if his words were swallowed by the air before they could reach my ears.
It wasn't just that I missed a few words—his entire sentence seemed to dissolve into nothingness, like he had been speaking but no sound had come out.
Confused, I asked, "What? What did you just say? I didn't hear a single thing."
He stared at me, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "You really didn't hear me?"
I shook my head, frustration creeping into my voice. "Do you think I'm joking?"
