The Prisoner In The Mask の小説・ストーリー

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.

DINDO TRIED to escape from his captors. He had a chance to sneak out as the guards came out. He hurried out and looked around. The guards were outside so he hid in a dark corner first. He was very shocked and almost screamed when someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder. He was immediately nervous and he knew it was one of the comrades of those who abducted him. He looked at it slowly. He was already pale with nervousness. When he turned around he was surprised that the woman was wearing a mask. He was sure it was one of the comrades of those who abducted him. Her face was covered and her clothes were all black like the one in front of him now.

Up close, he was older than the first, with the eyes of a man who’d learned to be mediocre and lived anyway. “You,” Elky said. “Same voice?” The man nodded. “Yeah. Spoke on the phone. Wore black mask on site. No names spilled. Good payday to look forward. But not…not worth all this.” “You’ll get a refund,” I said. “In stitches.” He managed a humorless chuckle, then grimaced when his shoulder chose to veto comedy. Elky signaled. Two of our guys lifted each prisoner as if they were a poorly made chairs—one arm, one collar, none of the tenderness books promise. Zip-ties bit. The younger one yelped and remembered pride just in time to smother it.

My brain could barely function when I was burning painfully and I couldn't figure out what was going on. At this time, the door of sliver prison was opened. A masked guard walked in with pushing a dining cart. Ancient lines covered the his mask. I had heard this kind of mask from the elderly of the Red Pack, they said, the guard wore this type of mask would be the most secretive and powerful men of sacrifice. "Princess Hannah, it's time for dinner, please have all this food." That's what I heard from that guard. Wait a second! This voice!

She turned around to face the man whose face was covered and she noticed those pairs of grey eyes. "You!" She exclaimed as the man pulled out a handcuff from his pocket before placing it on her hands. Hearing them click, her eyes widened as she stared at them. "No, you can't do this to me. I want to go home, I am not your prisoner" she screamed at the masked man, who smiled at her screams. "You are wrong there Lia, you are my slave" He said as he grinned behind his mask.

“Wake up in there!” After banging lightly against the wooden gate of the cage, the figure inside jolted awake. It took him a while to adjust to his dark surroundings, but it was obvious that somebody was standing just outside his lonely cell. “Who-” the prisoner stammered weakly. “Who are you? What do you want?” Just then, the mysterious stranger reached up and removed her black mask. It was too dark inside the tunnel for the man in the cage to make out any of her features.

“I can protect him from you.” The masked man’s head shifts, just a little. “I’m not the one he should fear.” Ezra doesn’t flinch. “Take one more step toward him and I’ll rip that mask off your face.” A strange silence follows. Then the masked man whispers: “If you do… he’ll see the truth.” Ezra lunges. The masked man moves faster, retreating toward the front door, footsteps silent. The door opens by itself, wind rushing in. He steps backward into the darkness outside.

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.