‘If I truly have a secondary personality, it will prove that I am Mr. Mysterious,’ Cristofer thought. Lost in thought, he unconsciously tightened his grip on his phone. His hand trembled slightly, and the phone's edge accidentally touched a wound on his palm, causing a slight pain. Strangely, this pain excited him a little. In the bright morning sun, he made a phone call and quickly got through.

“Cristofer, why are you calling me so early again?” Justin, on the other end of the line, ...