Mask X Cleaver X Meat?
Jason was taken aback when he heard this name, then he smirked.
The mask was worn on my face.
The cleaver was held in my hand.
Meat?
Of course, it was my favorite.
I wished I could chew it at all times.
What a great name!
Jason thought to himself, placing his diary next to the cabinet where the mask and cleaver were kept, then stood up and walked towards the door.
The door opened outward.
As Jason pushed the door, the person standing outside suddenly felt overshadowed by a shadow. When they looked up and saw Jason's rugged face, which was actually horrifying, they were startled and retreated in fear.
"Don't, don't come any closer!"
The person said this, then their feet slipped, and they collapsed on the ground, their whole body leaning against the iron railing of the stairs, their head desperately thrown back, as if trying to distance themselves as much as possible from Jason.
