Chapter 130

His question seemed to have succeeded in making them flinch, for their crying stopped and they looked up at him in astonishment.

"You do not look good," he said, watching Nicholas closely. The fear he felt as he approached them disappeared in an instant, replaced by a feeling of anxiety that enveloped him. It was as if his little heart wanted to tell him that this was how she should feel.

Was it normal for him to worry about the plight of someone who had killed him and tried to make him part of their stuffed toy collection? Did helping them succeed in becoming a masochist, out of sympathy for the person who once killed him?

I must be crazy, he mumbled to himself. He was about to leave Nicholas there alone, as most people should do when they find out that the person who had harmed them was at the lowest point in their lives, but he found herself could not do that. It was as if an urge was preventing him from doing so. Preventing him from leaving someone who clearly needed hi