The voice echoed in the air, carrying a strange metallic quality, and there was not a hint of emotion in the tone.
It was bizarre and cold, as if the speaker was not the same person as before, but had become some non-human creature.
The Peeping Tom's heart sank with a thud, the sound coming through the fog was unsettling, with no hint of any intention to "make peace".
He stood with his feet apart, shoulders uneven, assuming a side-stance, placing his hands in a defensive position in front of his chest, while the blue light in his right eye flickered frantically.
Retinas constantly zoomed in, as a gust of wind blew, the white fog shifted against the wind, revealing a ghostly pale, eerie, faceless... face?!!
The metallic voice came from behind this face: "A cyborg? I never said I was one."
The Peeping Tom's pupils contracted, his gaze a mix of vigilance and bewilderment: "Even the whole face has been transformed like this, yet you stubbornly deny being a cyborg?"
