William recalled his experience performing. The fear he had brought to the audience was based on his own childhood experiences, using the Orphanage as the foundation for his portrayal of fear.
The environment, the atmosphere, and William's portrayal of several teachers with vastly different personalities had continually placed various kinds of pressure on the audience.
What kind of Phobia was it, exactly?
William could not figure it out for the moment, but he could vaguely sense that the seed known as "fear" had already taken root and begun to sprout within his flesh. That seed would grow with each performance, eventually taking shape once he completed his Pathway.
What is fear? I still can't fully explain or define it. I merely followed a script and imitated the feelings the Orphanage once gave me... This performance achieving such an effect was basically taking a shortcut. I have to find a fear unique to myself.
He would have to write his own scripts, create a sealed setting similar to the Orphanage, establish rules that restrained the participants physically and mentally, and then portray original characters.
Only then could he obtain fear that belonged to him, rather than simply imitating the Orphanage.
Phobia was an excellent match for my Maniacal Brain. Once Phobia took shape, it would certainly assist my Maniacal Brain, and "education" would become even more effective.
Right... I could ask Mr. Zoke about this. The Phobia he possessed should already have blended quite well with his Maniacal Brain.
With that thought, William prepared to make a strict plan for the time ahead.
"Catherine, the Demon Feast is held before the official performance, right?"
Catherine sat at the bedside with her black-and-white stockings crossed, tilting her head and counting on her fingers. "That's right! Let me see... There are still twenty-nine