He had woken up at 5am, drenched in cold sweat. The face of ทศกัณฐ์ had appeared in his dreams again, transforming it into a nightmare. It hadn't ended there though. ทศกัณฐ์ then removed his mask, only to reveal the face of that man from the library. Those eyes that flashed with desire to bring pain. He had tried to forget them, to escape their ( Read more... )