"M… Me?!!!" the jumper stammered. He paused, standing completely stupefied as the weight of Hilary's accusation hit him like a physical blow.
Damn! At this specific moment, I desperately wanted to see the look on his face. Seeing his expression of pure, unadulterated shock would have been the ultimate satisfaction.
If I could just reach out and rip that mask off his head right now, the scene would be priceless.
I wouldn't just let a precious shot like that be thrown into the archives of my channel; I'd use one of the high-tier advertising reels I'd been saving and turn his reaction into a universe-wide famous clip. The "Masked Jumper's Moment of Truth" would trend in every divine realm for a century.
What a regret!
"Since the first moment I met you, I got a bad feeling about you... a baaaaad feeling!" Hilary continued, extending her tone on the second "bad" until it vibrated with suspicion. She circled him like a shark eyeing a particularly confusing piece of driftwood.
