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Idris rarely allows any tracking mirror to capture his supreme image, whether it belongs to his own pack dominion or the rival wolf clans. But as the camera lens centers flat on the three of our frames, a sharp, incredibly attractive smile curls the corners of his chiseled jaw. The hyper-realistic mask completely distorts my true facial bones, but my silver pupils remain completely unchangeable under the noon sun, glowing with an intense, raw warmth that looks as clear as the high blue sky over Ravenmoor Moon City. The sheer domestic warmth of the picture makes his tracking senses freeze completely; his massive frame just stands there in absolute awe, his nostrils drinking in my hidden scent

"We need to remain the 'Hidden Faces.' The myth is more effective than the celebrity." The team adopted the "Masked Protocol." When operating under the LNI banner, they wore tactical gear reinforced with Aether-dampening mesh and high-impact masks that obscured their identities while projecting the LNI emblem. They were to be seen as a force of nature - faceless, efficient, and undeniable.

Carlino’s POV The highway is sealed within minutes. Two SUVs block the front. Another cages the rear. My men move with surgical precision, weapons drawn but steady. A masked man stepped out slowly. Black coat. Black gloves. Face concealed beneath a matte mask that reflects nothing. He didn’t rush. He just stood there like he belonged. I stepped out of my SUV, the cold biting through my shirt. Lina moves to follow. “Behind me,” I said without looking at her.

One of the men nodded and pulled up a grainy video feed—the stretch of road where our SUV had been torn apart. The headlights flared across the screen, figures emerging from the shadows, the spray of gunfire captured in stark black and white. I felt my stomach twist, the memory colliding with the image. There it was—the moment the glass shattered, the night erupting in chaos. My breath caught as the camera zoomed closer to one of the attackers. Masks. All of them had been masked. But not ordinary masks. These were marked, painted with symbols I didn’t understand—white streaks slashed across black, like claws tearing through darkness.

The tall guy she was supporting had told her all of this information with great difficulty before requesting to be thrown into a bathtub full of icy water. "... I'll remove it..." She received no reply from the man who seemingly passed out after sinking into the water. Her fingers stayed still in from of him, hesitating whether to really remove the mask. What if this one turned out to be not 'him' and then became berserk due to her seeing his face? 'But it can also be Eithan, right? Masking his face to not be seen by those two hired killers.' Bracing herself, she decided to just see who the man was. Anyway, he was unconscious. She could just put it back then pretend she didn't see anything.

The car beeps softly, unlocking. Just as John had described him, dressed in all black complete with a face mask and baseball cap, he is completely hidden behind the thick black dressing. “There he is,” Marsh mutters, eyes narrowing, focusing on his every move. The man slides into the driver’s seat, adjusts the mirror, then sits still for a moment. He exhales. A visible sigh fogs the inside of the windshield briefly. Then, with a brief pause… he reaches up. And removes the mask. Marsh’s hand flies to the keyboard. He slams the space bar and the footage freezes mid frame. The screen blurs for a split second before adjusting and clarifying.

I removed my mask, then pushed open the door, and his head raised. My heart jolted in my chest, and my eyes randomly filled with tears as his familiar scent filled my nostrils. He turned around, and I approached him, his face covered by a Vendetta mask. His hands landed on my hips as I reached my hand up, lifting the mask to reveal exactly who I thought it was.

I do not want to lose my only family. Kinuha ni Nanay ang pot holder na nakalapag sa isang mesa bago buksan ang bagong lutong pagkain. The smoke from the newly stewed pork mounted and spreading on to the high ceiling. Iwinasiwas ko ang kamay para alisin ang usok na tumatakip sa paningin. Nanay was wearing a mask to keep herself from being exposed in too much smoke.

Yves clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, "Those fuckers! I'm going to kill them this time." Xavy was in a serious mode while looking at the TV that was access to the surveillance camera outside. They all wore black outfit, and they all wearing black mask to hide their faces and they are all holding some grenades, guns and bullet. Xavy could also pinpoint were the sniper were hiding, he was trying his best to analyze the situation that could benefit his parents. Xavy saw some hand gestures on the man who was wearing a small black earphone, he could see were the man was looking clearly. He did his best to pinpoint the snipers location.

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%!