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Ethan's expression remained calm and professional, his gaze focused intently on Christopher. He leaned slightly forward, his tone steady yet laced with inquiry, "So, you ended up touching that mask?"
Upon hearing the question, Christopher's face suddenly stiffened, his eyes tightly shut as if recalling that moment filled him with immense regret and guilt. He fell silent for a few seconds, then nodded helplessly as if he had committed some grave mistake. His lips trembled slightly as he whispered, "Yes... I touched it..."
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still distant as he recalled the scene: "The old man was laughing at the time... He picked up the mask, handling it as if it were just an ordinary object, laughing while telling me, 'This mask is just something I carved myself; it's nothing special, don't take it seriously.'"
Christopher's voice was filled with confusion and remorse as he took a deep breath and continued, "He said this was just his Hunter's Cabin, where he usually came to process his game after hunting; there was nothing mysterious about it... He even laughed and said I had been quite scared just moments ago. He claimed it was all a joke."
Ethan listened quietly, his face showing no obvious change in expression, but internally he pondered the old man's intentions. Christopher had clearly been drawn into some deeper psychological whirlpool, and everything the old man did seemed to challenge his sanity.
"The old man handed me the mask; his hand lifted it gently as if showcasing an utterly mundane object..." Christopher's voice grew even lower, as if he were reliving every detail of that moment. "He told me, 'Take a look at it; there's nothing special.'"
Christopher paused, his hands trembling slightly as if the turmoil from that moment had returned to him. He lowered his head, speaking in a barely audible voice: "At that time, I thought it was just an ordinary mask... There was no mysterious power or anything unusual about it... So I took it and examined it closely... It really seemed... to be nothing special."
His weary eyes lifted to meet Ethan's gaze, as if seeking some form of relief. "I looked closely at the mask; it truly was just an ordinary wooden piece... There was absolutely nothing wrong with it—no mysterious symbols or unusual weight... But..."
His voice suddenly weakened, as if the mask concealed something he could not comprehend, despite its seemingly ordinary appearance. Ethan maintained his calm demeanor but sensed that everything was far from what Christopher believed.
Christopher's breathing became rapid; his shoulders heaved violently as if pushed to the brink of collapse by an invisible pressure. His hands gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, knuckles turning white from exertion as if he intended to crush the wooden supports. Ethan could feel the long-buried fear and helplessness rapidly dismantling whatever remaining sanity Christopher had. With each breath, the pain deep within him surged like a struggle searching for an escape.
Suddenly, Christopher shot his head up, eyes filled with frenzy and despair; those bloodshot eyes seemed capable of emitting an invisible pressure that suffocated anyone nearby. His facial muscles tensed, veins bulging on his forehead as if he would scream in collapse at any moment. His voice trembled with a hint of madness and terror, like a cornered beast: "I really don’t want to say this! Listen to me; I know this sounds like I’m crazy! But... but it's all true!"
His words grew more frantic, each sentence seeming to push down on the defenses of his mind. His hands began to rub anxiously against his knees in a restless back-and-forth motion, movements hasty and chaotic as if searching for an exit to save his crumbling sanity. His gaze darted around the room as if unable to bear every inch of space; that intangible fear felt like it was closing in from all sides, nearly suffocating him. "How is this possible? How could I just touch a damn mask and then these hallucinations start appearing? This shouldn't be happening! I'm not an idiot, Dr. Ethan!" He nearly shouted, his voice brimming with despair and confusion.
"I know this sounds ridiculous, really! But it's the truth!" He suddenly shot up from his chair, as if he wanted to escape the room, his eyes fixed on Ethan, filled with confusion and helplessness. "Right now, every moment, that face, that eerie smile... it's everywhere! Do you hear it? It's always watching me, following me, at any time and place... I can't escape!"
Christopher's voice grew increasingly frantic, nearly turning into a cry by the end. "I don't know what's happening! I don't want to believe this is real! But... I'm barely holding on! It's ruined my life, making it impossible to sleep, to work, even to think! Do you know what that feels like? That feeling of being watched by some invisible thing every single moment?"
At this point, Christopher suddenly pressed his hands hard against his face, fingers digging deep into his hair as if trying to tear his scalp apart. His fingers trembled with such force that his palms began to twitch involuntarily. His body curled up in emotional collapse, as if all the pressure had finally crushed him at that moment. He shook lightly, as if the fear within had completely consumed him, leaving no room for rational thought.
Ethan sat quietly beside him, his gaze calm as he observed everything unfold. He knew that Christopher was utterly submerged in fear now, his sanity crumbling at a visible rate. If he didn’t intervene soon, Christopher would likely lose all grip on reality and fall into an irretrievable mental abyss.
Christopher's voice suddenly turned weak and pleading as he slowly lowered his hands, revealing a tear-streaked face filled with despair. He looked up at Ethan with a pitiful plea in his eyes, as if he could seek no other help. His voice trembled as he said, "Dr. Ethan... please, save me..." The pain and desperation in his tone were palpable, as if Ethan were his last lifeline. "I'm really at my limit... I don’t know how to escape these hallucinations; they’re everywhere, always following me, staring at me closely..."
His desperate tone sent chills down one's spine, as if this had become a cage for his soul from which he could not break free.
"I know all of this sounds absurd..." Christopher's voice dwindled lower until it was almost a whisper. "But it's real... I can feel it... that power... that face is still smiling..." His head hung low, hands weakly resting on his knees; he seemed to have lost all strength, unable to bear the immense pressure brought on by fear any longer.
Ethan looked at Christopher, a heavy feeling rising within him. He knew that this man was on the brink of psychological collapse and that he, as a psychologist, had to reach out at this moment and pull him back from the dark abyss.
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