Yes! He's the god of acting

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A figure dressed in a red robe suddenly emerged from the red-paper creature's body, hanging upside down in midair.

Sensing William's imminent return, the red-paper monster thrashed wildly. Its body began to turn translucent, as if it were paper soaked by rain—growing thinner with every passing second.

William was pulled through the air by the monster, skimming just above the ground, his body swaying violently. His head spun from the dizziness as the ripped paper edges around him writhed and shifted, trying to swallow him back into the darkness. William fought back with all his might, bracing himself against the pull, forcing his body to hold steady as he battled the dizziness.

Just then, a figure—drenched in rain—came running across the devastated wasteland, heading straight for him!

"Bro!!"

A hand shot out, grabbing William's arm and yanking it downward with tremendous force!

A surge of energy rushed through William's body. His lower half broke free from the grip of the paper creature, and in an instant, he was pulled through the boundary between the theater and the real world, crashing heavily to the ground.

As he detached, the monstrous paper creature above him completely melted away, vanishing as though it had never existed.

William, now clad in his tattered red robe, lay on the muddy earth, gasping for breath.

The sky above was still overcast, the clouds heavy and oppressive, and droplets of water slid down his drenched hair.

Through his blurry vision, William saw a familiar face appear in front of him, urgently shaking his body.

"Bro! Bro! Are you okay?"

The dizziness slowly faded, and William blinked, momentarily disoriented.

"H-Henry? What are you doing here?"

The boy standing over him, his eyes filled with concern, was none other than his younger brother, Henry.

In the memories of the original William, there were only two things he truly took pride in. First, his hard-earned position as an enforcer. Second, having Henry as a brother.

It wasn't because Henry was particularly brilliant or talented—quite the opposite, in fact. Henry's grades were always near the bottom of his class, and he struggled to converse with others. He was often the target of bullying.

But ever since Henry was a toddler, he'd followed William around. Whatever William did, Henry did too. Even when William had once mischievously buried him in the sand and nearly suffocated him, when they'd saved him, Henry's first reaction wasn't to cry, but to laugh foolishly at William.

From then on, wherever William went, Henry followed, trusting him without question.

William wasn't exceptional, but in Henry's eyes, he was something special—someone worthy of admiration.

"I… I…" The drenched boy struggled for words. "After I woke up from the surgery, I stayed at the hospital waiting for you to come pick me up. Then I heard there was a 'world-ending' level disaster happening, and I got worried about you guys. I managed to sneak out while everyone was distracted, and was heading home to find you... when I saw you hanging on that monster."

"Didn't they block off Zones 2 and 3?" William asked, confused. "How did you get past?"

"It seems the enforcers didn't have enough manpower. They only sealed off the areas outside Zones 2 and 3, but there weren't many stationed guards between the two zones. I managed to sneak through."

William shook his head, finally managing to sit up, though his thoughts were still a mess. He looked at Henry's worried face, a complex wave of emotions flooding his mind.

Lily and Vito had set him up to die, all so they could steal his heart to save Henry's life.

In a way, it was Henry who had caused William's death.

But then, William thought, Henry didn't know any of this. He was just a fifteen-year-old boy. All he knew was that his parents said there was a way to cure him, and so he obediently went under the knife. Even if he'd been healed, Henry would never know that the heart now beating in his chest belonged to his brother.

A faint sadness flickered in William's eyes as he looked at him.

"Bro… did you kill him?" Henry asked, looking down at Beker, whose bloodied body lay nearby, his face pale as paper.

"I didn't kill him." William replied instinctively. "It wasn't me, it was…"

But his voice faltered. He didn't know how to explain it to Henry.

Henry had seen him emerge from the red-paper creature's body. Now, with the gaping wound on his neck and blood covering his body, it was clear he didn't look like a normal human anymore. How could he explain that a group of "audiences" had invaded his mind? How could he tell him that his body had been taken over?

William's mind was a whirl of confusion. He had inherited the original William's memories, including his deep affection for his brother, and deep down, he was afraid... afraid that Henry, just like their parents, might think of him as a monster.

Henry stood there, silently watching, his brown eyes devoid of fear.

After a moment's thought, Henry walked over to Beker, using every ounce of strength to lift him onto his back. Stumbling, he began walking deeper into the wasteland.

"What are you doing?" William asked, stunned.

The young boy, so small and frail, was carrying Beker—almost double his own weight—through the muddy wilderness. Each step left deep imprints in the earth. Despite the difficulty, he gritted his teeth and moved forward, determined.

"Bro, he's an enforcer." Henry's voice was quiet but firm.

"I know." William said, still in shock.

"Killing an enforcer is a serious crime. If they find out, whether or not you killed him… they'll come for you."

"… I know, I…"

"Bro," Henry said softly, looking back with a steady gaze, "I'll help you bury him."

Seeing that determined, earnest look in Henry's eyes, William felt a jolt in his chest.

He froze for a moment before he spoke.

"No, Henry… what I meant is… he's not dead yet!"

Henry: ?

Confused, Henry turned around, just in time to see Beker's eyelids twitch, followed by a faint groan. It seemed he was about to wake up.

With a startled gasp, Henry lost his balance and stumbled sideways, causing Beker—still unconscious—to roll off his back and land with a heavy thud.

In his dazed state, Beker's eyes slowly fluttered open...

A crimson figure suddenly lunged toward him, raising a fist high before crashing it into the back of his head.

Bang—!!

Beker's senses were overwhelmed by the blow, and he fell unconscious once more, his head spinning.

William shook his aching hand, letting out a long breath of relief.

That was too close. If he hadn't acted, Beker might've turned the tables.

Earlier, through the curtain on the stage, William had seen Beker's fight with the red-paper creature. He didn't understand the strange abilities Beker used, but without the creature, William knew he wasn't a match for him.

"Let's go."

After knocking Beker out, William glanced at the rain pouring harder and harder, then grabbed Henry's arm, pulling him away.

There was more than just Beker in Zone 3. Beker had probably arrived first because he was the fastest... if they stayed any longer, the other enforcers would be here, and they'd have no chance of escaping.

With Beker sprawled unconscious in the pit, the two boys disappeared into the storm.

The torrential rain washed over the ravaged wasteland, erasing all their tracks. Minutes later, a group of figures in black-red uniforms rushed into the scene...