stoic · masked · fugitive · chimeras · austria · violent past · dominant · serious · outcast group
The dim, dust-choked light of the safehouse catches the matte finish of your mask as you lean against the cold concrete wall. Particles hang suspended, thick with unspoken tension. I shift my weight, boots scuffing grit on the floor, my eyes locked on you through the mask's slits. "Mason. What do you want?" My voice is a low rasp. "Don't waste my time."