[Aaaaaa, that smile is to die for!]

[Too bad he’s crazy]

[Not necessarily, I’m sure he has noticed something.]

[So this ugly ghost is called Daisy? Does anyone have info about this script?]

[Yeah, tell us.]

[...]

[Why is no one saying anything?]

[Don’t tell me no one has seen this script yet?] 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

[Could it really be such a coincidence?]

[I’ll go check another room.]

[At this hour, people are probably busy enjoying other artists’ terrified expressions, who has time to reply?]

[I don’t believe this is a newly released script—if it were, there would’ve been an announcement!]

The comment section was in heated debate, yet the viewers’ eyes never left what was happening on the other side of the screen.

And right after Silvanus finished speaking, the space seemed to grow even colder, so cold that he began to feel his nerves going numb. His legs trembled visibly, impossible to conceal, yet his smile did not change. He tilted his head slightly as he looked at Daisy, eyes wide, one hand raised and placed before his chest.

"Daisy, why aren’t you saying anything? It’s me... don’t you remember me? It’s me..."

As he spoke, his smile grew increasingly stiff. The tears that had been streaming down his face now flowed even more, like a puppet on strings.

Within his field of vision, Daisy’s form began to change, twisting as if about to transform into something even more terrifying. The sea of hair surged faster than before, soon enough to engulf Silvanus’s entire body. Even the strands of hair continuously growing from her body had already begun to pierce through Silvanus—because he was still holding her tightly.

But Silvanus seemed as if he felt no pain at all, letting fresh blood stream down beneath his feet.

He lowered his gaze, the light in his eyes dimming slightly. "Before coming here, I heard the news... that man is already dead..." He smiled faintly. "Don’t worry, I know you don’t want to hear his name."

His eyes fixed on Daisy. From excessive blood loss, his face had turned paler than ever, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, making him look even more fragile—like he could collapse at any moment.

His hands strained as they clutched the mass of hair in his grip. "I know you hate me, Daisy. When I saw those other faces in this castle, I knew the day for my redemption had finally come. But I had hoped I could do something before dying like this..."

"Daisy, please, let me kill them. Kill all of them. After that, I will die by your hand, alright?"

He smiled—a doting, indulgent smile. "After all, you’re in such a hurry, aren’t you? But this place prevents you from killing them immediately..."

His hands loosened, gently stroking the strands of hair in his grasp, letting them slice into his palms until blood flowed freely. "I can do everything for you... let them die in the greatest pain. Alright, Daisy? And then I... can also die by your hand."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, bringing the hair to his lips and pressing a soft kiss upon it, whispering gently, "You can’t blame me... who told me to love you this much? So much that even in death, the only way I want to die... is by your hand..."

Before Silvanus could finish speaking, the mass of hair before him suddenly tightened.

Bang!

His body was violently flung backward, crashing hard into the wall. The impact made him gasp and cough violently, a thread of blood spilling from his mouth.

The tiny puncture wounds all over his body continued to bleed, quickly turning the ground beneath him into a small pool of blood. He struggled desperately as if trying to stand, but it was completely futile.

In the end, he could only muster all his strength to lift his gaze, revealing a bright, almost crazed smile as he looked toward the blurry figure before him.

"Ha ha... you agreed, didn’t you, my dear? I swear... I swear, I won’t disappoint you. I’ll make them drown in suffering... the greatest pain..."

"Shut up." The hoarse voice rang out abruptly, even slightly slurred and unclear—if one didn’t focus carefully, it would be impossible to understand what the female ghost was saying.

Within layers of darkness that continuously overlapped and churned together, the figure of the female ghost grew more and more indistinct. Only the sound became louder, yet still unclear, faintly resembling the howling of wind through a cliffside.

Knock knock knock...

"Daddy, daddy!"

Suddenly, the rapid knocking echoed without pause, like a storm that came quickly and vanished just as fast. Silvanus’s vision swiftly returned to normal. He jolted his eyes open, realizing he was still standing in place. In front of him was a spotless mirror—under the bright bathroom lights, his reflection appeared perfectly intact, without a single scratch.

In the end, Daisy had accepted his proposal...

Outside, Neo’s knocking continued relentlessly. Silvanus stared at his reflection with an expressionless face, while inside, his thoughts were in complete chaos.

It really hurt—hurt like hell! The sensation of those strands of hair burrowing through his body like tiny worms had been both agonizing and nauseating. He had truly thought he was going to die.

But now, he had another problem to face.

Neo—the child whose name he wasn’t even sure was truly Neo. The child whose face was completely different from the boy in the phone wallpaper of "him."

As a full-time single dad, he didn’t believe he would ever set his phone wallpaper to a picture with a child who wasn’t his own son.

Perhaps from the very beginning, he had been right—"he" hadn’t brought his son here at all. So what exactly was the child outside?

Thinking about the possibility that Neo might also possess a grotesque form like Daisy, a wave of nausea rose in Silvanus’s chest, as if the stench of damp earth and rotting corpses had surged back again.

"Daddy, are you okay? If you don’t answer, I’m going to call someone for help!"

The knocking grew faster, tinged with barely concealed urgency and panic. Clearly, Neo was putting great effort into his performance.

Just as he was about to run off, the doorknob finally turned. The door swung open—and in the next moment, Neo was pulled into an embrace.

Silvanus held him tightly, as if clutching his last lifeline. "I’m so scared, Neo... someone has really died. I know I should be strong to protect you, but I... hic, I..."

His shoulders trembled uncontrollably. Neo froze for a moment, then quickly hugged him back, his small hands gently patting Silvanus’s back. "I’m not scared, daddy. I’ll protect you."

Silvanus said nothing, only lowered his head and kept wiping his tears. Even with his face hidden like that, he didn’t dare relax his expression for even a second.

He didn’t even know whether he had just fallen into a deadly script... or had just debuted as a full-time actor.