At this moment, upon hearing the noise coming from downstairs, Fisher was slightly taken aback. He then quickly tidied up his clothes, but the twisted, deformed figure behind him was difficult to restore to human form.
"Do you need my help, Fisher?"
It was at this moment that the childish voice once again appeared in his mind. Fisher was slightly stunned and asked in his heart,
"Can you help me, Cupid?"
"I can... but..."
"But?"
"But, Fisher must say he loves me."
No, according to Caleb Wuz's words, isn't the Abyss of consciousness supposed to be a part of myself? Could it be that I'm so narcissistic that it made my own twisted consciousness so bizarre?
"Cupid, you're not the real Helair, you're just..."
"Can't I say it?"
"Tap... Tap... Tap..."
