Chapter 47
It had been a week since first being brought to this mysterious room. Airi had begun to befriend the masked figure. “So why do you wear the mask?” The masked figure looked down, “so I don’t have to see my face.” Airi had a look of concern, “What do you mean?” “Do you want to see?” Airi slowly nodded, fear creeping up inside her. The masked man placed his hands on his mask, “you’re sure you want to see?” Airi nodded again, “yes, I do.” He slid the mask off. Nothing could have prepared Airi for the sight. His skin was burned badly, like he had been sent to the depths of Hell and returned after a few years. His mouth was sewn shut, making him unable to speak. Airi placed her hands over her mouth, tears working their way out of her eyes. That’s horrible… Who could do such a thi
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