"What the fuck is this?!"
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, his pupils shrank violently in fear, he took half a step back and hit the cold wall.
"Be judged..."
The figure walking out of the shadows was wearing a broken clown mask, his voice was as hoarse as rusty iron, and he was playing with a playing card (King King) with his fingertips.
"W-what?!"
The man's throat was tight, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead into his eyes. His eyes were fixed on the corners of the other man's mouth with a strange smile exposed under the mask.
I slowly took off my mask, revealing a face that was exactly the same as a man's, except that my eyes were filled with crazy scarlet: "I'm not a real joker, but you are!"
The man was paralyzed on the ground, his lips were trembling, and tears mixed with cold sweat fell down: "I was wrong, I was wrong?! Don't come over."
Reader comments
The creativity is good and the details are particularly well described. It is worth a read. .
This is the first time I read a novel of this type. The writing is superb and the twists and turns are constant. The characters are vividly created. I highly recommend it!
The creativity is good and the details are particularly well described. It is worth a read. .
This is the first time I read a novel of this type. The writing is superb and the twists and turns are constant. The characters are vividly created. I highly recommend it!