Third Person's POV "I know what you did..." His deep, cold voice echoed on the four corners of the room. The man slowly opened his eyes and almost had a heart attack when the man who speaks is beside his bed, staring at him intently. He stopped for a while and calmed himself before smirking at him. "Of course. I did great, right? I'm so coo--" "I know who you are, Pheabo..." Pheabo's playful smirk faded from his lips. His eyes widen in horror as he realizes what the man had said. "H-How did you k-know?" He stammered. He tried calming himself but his body betrayed him. He can't calm down for the fact that someone knows him and what he did. "That was years ago! He's alive so what do you think you're saying?!" He snapped back. The man formed a smirk on to his lips and release a laug

