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The person in the wheelchair momentarily tensed.
This subtle reaction was caught by Jesslyn Derei, her eyes widening with immense joy, "Brother Ethan, is it really you, Brother Ethan?!"
Jesslyn Derei took a step forward.
"Don't come any closer!"
A hoarse and deep voice rose in the hallway.
Jesslyn Derei was astonished.
This voice...
It wasn't Brother Ethan's voice!
But this silhouette, deeply etched in her memories from her youth, had also appeared countless times in her dreams over the years.
"Who... are you?" Jesslyn Derei stared intently at his back.
The wheelchair finally moved slightly.
Jesslyn Derei held her breath and saw the wheelchair slowly turn around.
She suddenly drew in a sharp breath and took two steps back.
Reflected in her widened eyes was a mask of a strange shape.
"Who are you?"
Jesslyn Derei heard her own voice trembling.
The old castle-like mansion, the man in the wheelchair, the odd mask.