I stammered while speaking further, my mind racing with countless possible questions. Was this man Ness himself, or Skin, or maybe both? But they were the same, right? Should I run? Could I even do that? Every fiber of my being screamed at me to flee, yet something rooted me to the spot, an invisible force of dread and intrigue intertwining, keeping me locked in place.
Perhaps he saw my flustered appearance, because he chuckled lightly, his tone tinged with amusement and mockery. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I can control my corruption."
I was skeptical. How could he? And more importantly, what exactly was corruption? As such, I asked the burning question, my voice low but firm. "What exactly is corruption?"
He nodded his head as if he had been expecting that very question. "Corruption, in simpler terms, is knowledge."
Intrigued, I pressed further. "Meaning?"
