Adrian perversely stroked the corpse's hair, then leaned in, inhaling deeply with a look of intoxicated satisfaction.
This had once been a woman his brother loved.
During a dispute, she had viciously bitten him.
"Damn lowborn trash! How dare you resist me? I only did something utterly normal—this was your honor! You should have knelt and thanked me, you piece of shit!"
At the thought of it, Adrian roared in fury.
Although a mage had used high-tier magic to restore his body, the terror and trauma inflicted on his mind could not be healed. He could no longer experience pleasure.
Every night, he relived the agony of being bitten.
So now, he could only vent by torturing others in the basement.
"I wonder how my dear brother suddenly changed his personality," Adrian muttered after a moment of silence. "He actually dared to hit me… I'll kill him and preserve him as part of my collection."
"But for now, I'll go play with those outdated toys."
