The bald-headed man's body froze for a second. His eyes stretched wide, and a sharp breath escaped his lips.
He had just turned to face Jonathan But now… Jonathan wasn't there, Jonathan was behind him again.
His heart skipped a beat.
"What the hell is going on…" he muttered, and his voice cracked slightly.
He clenched his fists tightly. His face twisted with both anger and confusion. His body, which once felt so sure, now felt cold and unsure. His knees almost buckled, but he held himself still, trying to act like he wasn't panicking.
Jonathan stood tall behind him again—calm, quiet, and watching, the same place.
Again, Like a ghost, like a shadow that wouldn't go away.
"You just keep getting annoying!" the bald-headed man shouted as he whipped around in rage, his neck veins tightening. His eyes were red now red from shame, red from fear, red from being toyed with.
