"My dear Tom, it's quite rare to see you in such a sorry state."
"I've lived so long, this is only the second time."
Zuo Ci clicked his tongue, his expression laden with sentiment, even tinged with regret.
Tom glared at Zuo Ci with hatred, his furious gaze practically willing Zuo Ci to be torn apart limb by limb.
Tom swore, he had never wanted to kill someone as badly as he did now.
"Oh, my dear Tom."
"Your gaze... it's so familiar."
"It reminds me of when I killed my grandmother. You glared at the young me with the same kind of eyes, that terrifying glare etched itself into my mind, becoming the nightmare of my childhood, thus shaping the person I am today."
Zuo Ci's exaggerated gestures and expressions resembled a madman—comical yet deranged—leaving Tom in a daze, quietly wondering if he had ever truly terrified a young Zuo Ci in the past.
