로그인“I can’t leave, Zachili.”
“I’m not leaving!”
Mellow and I blurt out respectively.
“Aside from the make-up, is there something else on my face?” the man asks after noticing I’ve been staring too long at him. He has on a vampire costume. But the makeup isn’t so thick, as his actual features aren’t well hidden.He used foundation to make his face pale, then there’s his thick eyebrows, his blueish lips, and his red eyes. There’s also a black shade and a few cracks around his eyes to represent a furious vampire. As he speaks, his fangs come in view as well.
Going back into the hall, I try to look for the man in a burgundy shirt, my very own Blank Patriarc. But he’s nowhere. Has he retired to bed, or is he purposefully hiding from me?When some of the people starts pointing at me and giggling, I knew it’s time I return to my room. I’ve been marked by my costume and number tag. So, if I remain here, I would only be a ridicule and a topic of humorous discussion for the night.
Those words keep resounding in my ears, switching voices. One moment, it’s mom’s voice. The next, it’s Shawna’s, then Iyanu’s, then aunt Mellow’s.Speaking of the witch, Iyanu, I spot her standing in the crowd. That person in the joker mask must be her. She loves anything that has to do with joker, and has worn that mask for the umpteenth time.I push myself through the crowd to approach her. “Why did you do it?” I ask the moment I reach her. Only Iyanu would stoop so low to do a thing like this. It’s how she has been since high s
When he nods, I don’t know that I do the same in response. He then proceeds to open the door and disappears inside. That only confirms something to me, so I call Shawna again.“Yeah, it’s me again, babe. You know how masquerade events like this one are the playground of serial killers?”Shawna groans. ‘Do
The announcement on his social media has it that he will attend this event in person. However, the thing is: everyone has to wear a mask in here. Not wearing a mask means breaking a rule. So, unless he introduces himself as Blank and confirms it by revealing his newest work on the last day of the event, no one would recognize him. Only at the reveal of his artwork would we all know what figure he has, at least—since we still would not see his face.“I feel like the cre
‘Dear fucker, what’s up? Yeah, it’s me—the messed-up, delusional, angry bird, Nectar.Mom says I should get a journal to scribble down my wrathful thoughts instead of spit them all on her.I figured it was a good idea. But now I wonder how long I would last before ditching you in the corner. I’ll take it slow, though. Today, I'll—
Tara.
I stay crouched down in the kitchen for a while, unable to find the courage to face Zeath again.
Tara.
Zeath.







