Averie scratched the skin around his eyes and observed his pupils.
"This won't do! Won't do! Won't do!" he screamed.
His shaky jaw contained agony, but his expression remained vacant. There was no sign of emotion on his face.
His nails dug into his cheeks. "Who are you?"
The sight was enough to send Hyerin into a fit of hiccups.
She spent that day crying in the arms of Min-Ha after pulling Averie out of his momentary muddled sense of identity.
She had hoped that he would stop after that day.
But the obsessed actor continued.
In his eyes, the incident only confirmed that he was on the precipice of something grand.
Something was within his reach; whether it was brilliance or madness, he did not know.
Yet he tried to grasp it, for the unknown had long lost its terror on him.
But such grandiose ideals meant nothing to Hyerin, who feared for her friend's sanity.
His deteriorating health and flickering consciousness made it difficult for them to hold conversations.
