Novel & Cerita Cheshire Mask Young Justice

As the door of the luxurious carriage opened, a slender figure in a green shirt slowly walked out. In terms of the figure, every part of this man was perfect. Judging from his exposed skin, it was not hard to know that he should be very young. With thick and long hair, he was full of youthful spirit. However, he was wearing a bronze grimace mask that seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time, which made him look mysterious. "Celestial Master, if we go any further, we will enter the territory of the Stone Mouth Town," a strong young man said respectfully.

Everyone knew that Zendaya’s bodyguards had always been female, Mask was the first male bodyguard they had seen. This led to many assumptions, especially among the fans. Within the fan group that Beatrice was in, many were guessing that Alex was Mask. One of them was a fairly influential figure in the group, his online name was Missouri Conan. “I’ve had professionals analyze this picture and the video of Mask. Their heights are almost the exact same with at most a centimeter of difference between them. “You guys probably don’t know this, but technology is so advanced that facial recognition is still possible with a mask on. The two have similar face shapes, the similarity is up to 95%!

“And a mask.” A mask. It might be the same kind that the murderer was wearing. Illegally modified masks infused with the power of an Anomaly that can conceal its presence? That would explain why only Alisa could sense and track him. Jester hoped that they hadn’t been able to make a lot of those. “These silver pieces…are they jewelry?” Alisa asked quietly. Jester glanced at her curiously. There was something in the tension in her shoulders, a slight, almost unnoticeable change, that caught his attention.

The question is, will I survive? The guard suddenly rushes in. He points at me and throws me something, which I quickly catch. “Put that on. Alpha Zao wants to see that on you.” “What…is it?” I ask, standing up. “A mask? I don’t know,” he says with anger. I look at it. It’s a tasseled nose‑and‑mouth mask. The dangling tassels are made with rhinestones, and the bottom part curves into a V shape that frames my jaw and chin when I put it on.

“Two days before the crash, this ghost was on Hera’s tail. Same mask every time. I pulled footage from different cameras. When I try to run facial recognition, the mask fries the signal. Some kind of active jammer built in. It looks like a custom made military mask. I’ve never seen anything like it.” My stomach drops. “He is protecting himself, guarding his identity.” “He is very intelligent and cunning.” Justin spins the chair to face me. “Zero, listen. If they survived the river, then this guy is still hunting. And if the headquarters is compromised…” He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to. I stare at the frozen image. The blank mask stares back, cold and empty. My hands curl into fists wit

Idris is losing this war before it even starts. "Mother, wait!" Zuberi suddenly shouts, dashing over to the side table. He grabs my leather battle mask—the scarred, freckled leather piece I use to conceal my true identity from the high clans—and thrusts it toward me. "Your mask! You can't leave the villa without your mask!" I frown, taking the hardened leather mask from his hands. "Zuberi, you've hated this mask since the day I brought you back from the badlands. Why are you suddenly desperate for me to wear it?"

“I would advice you to step aside.” “You will not take him away.” Grand father was adamant and so was Tia, she looked at Chester and frowned deeply, she wanted to see the man behind the mask, she wanted to look at the man who had the nerve to take her daughter. Her hand moved swiftly and grand father saw, she grabbed onto his mask just as grand father pushed her away from him but she had had a firm grip on it and the mask came off.

(A young boy of no older than 12 approaches and speaks to the store owner. Kid: "Awful sorry there mister. My cousin...she don't mean nothing by it. She's a little touched in the head and needs the mask for safety. There are zombies around you know." (He gives a wink at the Store Owner. As if to pretend Kimora was not truely aware of her surroundings.)

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

Riona flinched, moving her face away. "Who is that?" She asked, her voice hoarse from staying long without water. Her tense body relaxed in the slightest when her mask was left intact. The mask that had defined her whole life as the masked luna. It was no praise but a curse to hunt her ever since the accident when her dad died, she had been living with a scarred face that made people murmur and question her capability as a luna. She has had to wear the mask since the doctors said she would have to live with a ruined face but the wound healed within the month she got it leaving no trace of its existence. Who cares?