“How about I give you a minute? Let’s play a bit. If you can hit me within sixty seconds, it’s your win.”
Azalea gives him a displeased expression.
“Oh~ you don’t look amused enough. How about a bonus?” His sinister aura seems to be growing stronger as he continues to talk. “I’ll tell you who killed your mother.”
She snorts and then laughs. The chilling sound of her laughs resounds with a feeling so ominous. It is as if she is desperately hiding behind that laugh all of the possibilities that she struggles to keep at the back of her mind. “My mother and I were caught in a traffic accident where she lost her life. You make terrible jokes.”
“Oh you didn’t know?”
Those words that came out so naturally from his mouth are enough to plant a seed of doubt in Azalea’s mind. She can feel the tips of her fingers grow cold.