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The Faces Behind the Masks

Penulis: Author Anselm
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-03 16:35:33

Xavier

A few hours later…

I heard the loud sirens echoing off every corner of the house. I stood outside the house — the same house where only hours ago, I had been initiated as a “new brother,” surrounded by men who had sworn loyalty while secretly plotting to kill me.

Police officers rushed in and out, dragging men one after another in handcuffs. Or brothers, as they loved to call themselves.

I watched them all carefully.

Every face. Every reaction. Every twitch.

These were the men who had operated in shadows for decades. These were the ones who had caused destruction while hiding behind donations, foundations, titles, and fake smiles. And then one of them appeared.

Mr. Peterson.

Minister of National Infrastructure Development — a man respected for “reviving the country’s rail and road systems.”

He stepped out slowly, escorted by two officers. His hands were cuffed, but he carried himself proudly. His suit was still neat, barely wrinkled, his silver hair perfectly in place.
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