Sebastian watched the man smiling like his words were entertaining somehow. The doc lifted his head and asked with a strange glint in his gaze, "Are you certain you want to know who I am?"
Sebastian narrowed his eyes and said nothing. But he truly had a feeling about the man's identity, but the thought alone is crazy enough. How can a person change their appearance?
He never heard anything about it. The more he stayed in this city, the more he found things that should be impossible turning out to be possible.
The doc sighed as if his fun was ruined, then his sad expression turned into another giggle, and both of his hands went up to peel his face, and Sebastian shifted to horror and disgust flashing across his eyes.
The doc--no, this man isn't a doc.
The man was ripping his skin like it was paper as blood and skin fell away like wax, and the man continued on ripping to the point where there was a new skin underneath all the mess, blood, pus, and skin.
