Clown Game
It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
Chapter 300 Doubts (Part 2)
The sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting a faint light over the streets, and the moist air from the rain was still meandering around—it was early morning.
Bai Xiong awoke, the sound of his wife's breathing still beside him. He looked around the bedroom that he had known for many years and felt as if with the closing and opening of his eyes, the night had passed. Other than the light outside the window, there was nothing to prove the passage of time... not even a dream.
He quietly got up without waking the person beside him. Perhaps in this world, sleeping in is the greatest happiness.
Bai Xiong washed his face and got dressed. The mirror was placed in a standard position, meaning he had to bend down slightly to see his entire face.