"No!"
At the back, a chubby boy raised his hand.
"He's a mute. He can't speak!"
"Hahahaha!!!"
"Mute! Mute!"
The air immediately filled with riotous laughter, the bare mockery making Orion's small hands clutch the hem of his shirt tightly.
Hyman was a bit surprised. How could there be a mute kid?
He walked over to check on him, a girl, emboldened by the jeering crowd and Hyman's approach, maliciously yanked off his mask, "Do mutes not have mouths or what. Ah!!!"
When the boy's left cheek, disfigured with a hideous scar, was revealed, it startled everyone. Hyman's steps halted.
"That's horrifying!"
"Freak!"
"Monster!"
"No wonder he always wears a mask. Without it, he'd scare everyone to death!"
Endless attacks and mockery came from all directions like a tidal wave, drowning him.
Orion's face turned pale, his eyes deep and deep like a bottomless pool. He picked up his mask and put it back on.
Hyman put an end to the commotion, forbidding anyone from causing a ruckus again, but soon, this gossip spread everywhere.
"Did you hear about the kid next door who always wears a mask? He's a monster!"
"One side of his face is all scars, like a devil. It's terrifying!"
"I heard he was born a freak and even caused his parents' deaths. That's why no one ever picks him up!"
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