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 331 Bai Xiong (2)
Bai Xiong....
Laconic, taciturn, steady, down to earth, accustomed to considering as much as possible before taking action to avoid letting things get out of hand.
Many believed he was just that cold, resilient person, like a boulder, displaying his calm and substantial side, even seeming a bit dull.
But in fact, that was not his character, nor the quality he wanted to show... It was that he couldn't present another side.
His emotions, like a stagnant pool, shielded from all external stimuli, pain could not provoke anger, memories did not bring sadness, taste did not bring him any joy, nor did it bring disgust. Thus, it might be said to be even more still than a stagnant pool, without ripples, essentially a puddle of cement.
This naturally immersed him in the things he was contemplating, his mind free of distractions.
So what did he want to do?
As mentioned before, it was just to kill that person, or be killed by that person. This was his entire value for living.