Stab!
. . .
A sharp, almost painless sting bloomed at his spine—so faint it barely registered before fading into nothingness.
Ferris froze. Was that stab meant to kill him, or something else entirely?
Three thoughts echoed in his mind like a drumbeat.
Was this really happening.
Is this how it ends.
Will betrayal be the cause of my death.
My... essence is being drained?.. No... restricted?
Ferris slowly turned around, gripping the doorknob to steady his weakening body. "Ju…
His voice trailed off as his eyes widened.
Judas reached behind his own head and peeled it open, his skull splitting apart like a blooming flower.
Zzzzzzzzz... "Not quite."
"Hah…" Ferris let out a shaky chuckle, equal parts fear and disbelief.
There were no words to properly describe what he felt just now, however, Ferris was extremely grateful when he saw that it was just Zipperman.
But... Zipperman was wearing Judas as a skin suit.
