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The sight of her tongueless desperation made the room feel colder. Mr. Everhart signaled to his tech team. Within minutes, they projected the footage onto the glass wall. The video showed her positioning near the reception hall, capturing every face as members removed took their masks upon arrival. One by one, their faces exposed. Mr. Everhart stopped the video midway. His tone was calm, but deadly. “I don’t need to play the rest. You all understand what this means, someone wanted every unmasked face in this room documented. Someone among us.”

“She’s ending herself. We just gave her the spotlight.” ⸻ Two days later, Marissa was charged with assault, insider manipulation, and witness tampering. Her assets froze. Her board seat was revoked. Her name blacklisted from every luxury house from Paris to Tokyo. Zara got her licensing deal back. LANEMODE re-launched the spring collection—with viral support and a new tagline: “Resilient, Ruthless, Real.” The numbers exploded. But there was still one thing left to face. Alec’s full unmasking.

I stumbled, nearly falling, my mask slipping sideways. The crowd roared with excitement. “Unmask her!” “Do it, Luka!” I clawed at his wrist. “Stop it, please!” But Luka was drunk, enraged, and determined to humiliate me again. His fingers hooked under my mask. “No!” I gasped, turning my face. The mask tore away. The air thickened. The crowd went silent for half a beat. I jerked my head to the side, my hair falling forward to shield me. My heart thundered so hard it hurt.

Mask said as he was finally done fixing his mask. "Uhh o-okay... Let me think what word was it again, hmm...." Haru thought. "Gahdam! I easily forget." "Oh! I remember it now!" he exclaimed as he jumped. "Calm down. Boss might come in any minute, or worst, one of Regio executives," Mask said. "Okay okay, the word is paraluman," Haru said. "Paraluman?" Mask tilted his head. "What's that? It better not be some another curse word, or I might actually use it."

“I don’t do chit chatting” “I…..” the video chat was ended before the chief could say another word. She removed the mask from her face and placed it on the table. “Alfred Peller” She typed into her search engine

The Masquerade mask was Harriet's special mask, a white snake mask with one eye hole on the right side. "Actually, this is my mother's mask," said Harriet quietly. She then smiled and held up another mask box. Harriet showed it to Liam who was still furrowing his brows at her previous words and opened the box. Another white mask appeared in their vision. It was a white wolf mask with golden stripes around its eyes. Harriet smiled proudly showing the mask design. It was the one she ordered yesterday, which turned out to be perfect and ready at just the right time. "This is for me?" Liam asked.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

Leo waved a dismissive hand, the ball held aloft. "That's the entire point, isn't it? The beauty of the mask. No one will recognize me. We'll be two strangers in a sea of other strangers. Plus, it's not like we’re announcing our engagement or anything. Just two friends enjoying a night out." The playful tone was a shield, an armor against the sharp truth in Fred’s words.

Alex interrupted. “The mask allows us to shift into anything we want, both human and animal alike—something an ordinary shifter isn’t incapable of,” Jeffrey enunciated. “T-Murek seems like the only member who doesn’t wear a mask. Could it be that the face he is wearing is not his real face?” Derik thought aloud, interrupting.