"Joseph... Joseph..."
Joseph shivered with cold. He heard someone calling his name, but there was no one around him at all. There was only snow up to his knees, and more snow falling endlessly. He kept moving toward that tall tower, leaving a long trail of footprints behind him.
"Joseph... wake up... Joseph..."
The voice kept echoing. Joseph gradually began to remember a few things. It sounded like his father. That was not good.
He remembered the first time he had truly known his father: behind that caring face smiling at him were countless secrets hidden inside an incomparably vast maze, like a building collapsing toward him, almost crushing him beneath it.
It was as if the father he loved most had turned into another monster overnight. Joseph began to remember more. He had trembled and hidden under his blanket, seeing his father outside the window trimming the lawn with a mower, seeing the blood seeping out from the maze of his mental world and dripping from his fingers, seeing chaos and death.
And so, when he came upstairs to tell him a story, Joseph screamed and hid under the blanket, refusing to come out. The man had only said, "Did you have a nightmare? All right, I'll come see you tomorrow morning."
After that, Joseph gradually learned not to look people in the eye. As long as he did not look, he would know nothing. Facing the human heart was far too ugly. Learning that from his own father was truly sad.
He began to gradually master and use this ability, before his father's choices could ruin his life. He became a powerful mind controller. Anyone who met his eyes would have control of their mind taken from them. No one was exempt.
As he grew older, Joseph felt