The Prisoner In The Mask の小説・ストーリー

He said, "I don't have time for this right now. I'm most certainly not an employee, but you have no right to forbid me from entering this very building." "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't know who you even are, so please back off. If you don't want to get hurt," The second guard said firmly towards him with a slight glare. These guys are serious. They're pretty unfortunate I'm not in a good mood. He thought to himself then the next second, and everyone was surprised to see both guards on the floor writhing in pain. How did that happen? No one can believe what they saw. They saw the young man being stopped at the entrance, but both guards were suddenly down in a blink of an eye.

That person was wearing work clothes and had a mask on their face. The captain heard that, turned around and looked at him: "My friend was inside, so the guys at the door let me in to find him." The guy looked through his mask, frowning: "Friend? Which room is your friend in? I'll take you there." The captain walked up to him while talking, "My friend is in..." Before he finished, the captain chopped him on the neck, and the guy passed out. The captain dragged him to a hidden spot, took his uniform and mask, put them on, and then just walked forward like he belonged there.

"Haha... didn't you hear the sound of the woman you love screaming in pain? So, it's better if you just surrender!" said the masked man while mocking Albern. The masked man showed footage, where at that time Harnum was being held hostage in an empty room, with his hands tied to a pole with iron chains. Albern became even more emotional when he saw it, even though he didn't realize his tears were already rolling down his cheeks. “Harnum,” Albern muttered.

The sunlight entered through it and gave me the signal of daytime. They trapped me in this small room without clothes and food. My condition was getting worse with every passing second. I don’t understand what to do and how to get out of this place. I didn’t even have any weapons to help myself. My hands were secured behind my back and they tied my legs to the chain. How could I get out of here? Suddenly, the door opened, and someone’s shadow appeared in the doorway. I didn’t turn at him because I knew who he was. The masked man. I closed my eyes and leaned against the chair, pretending to be unconscious.

…And the man hanging from the ceiling, wrists tied, feet barely touching the ground, is breathing hard, blood sliding down his face. Lilly is sitting on a crate, legs crossed, unimpressed, as if she’s waiting for her manicure appointment instead of interrogating a kidnapper. “Finally,” she says. I walk toward the prisoner. “Any idea on who he is?” “No,” she says. “But he seems to know us… But then again, who in this country doesn’t know who we are?” The man spits on the ground, his eyes reflecting nothing but arrogance. I step closer, studying him… Dark hoodie. Mask shoved up to his hairline. A cut on his cheek. He smells like engine oil and sweat.

…And the man hanging from the ceiling, wrists tied, feet barely touching the ground, is breathing hard, blood sliding down his face. Lilly is sitting on a crate, legs crossed, unimpressed, as if she’s waiting for her manicure appointment instead of interrogating a kidnapper. “Finally,” she says. I walk toward the prisoner. “Any idea on who he is?” “No,” she says. “But he seems to know us… But then again, who in this country doesn’t know who we are?” The man spits on the ground, his eyes reflecting nothing but arrogance. I step closer, studying him… Dark hoodie. Mask shoved up to his hairline. A cut on his cheek. He smells like engine oil and sweat.

The masked man walked in as she held the tray "be prepared," she said "and what sort of conversation are you having with my client Chef?" the masked man asked when he noticed some mouth movements despite our silent conversation "I'm telling her to get prepared!" she answered "for what?" he asked again "to escape from this dungeon," she said and threw the tray of food at his face she dashed toward him and covered his face with a white towel that was at the back of her jean trousers. I was stunned when the masked man slept like a baby, she came toward me but I took a step back as fear gripped me

The masked man pulls me and we break into a run. We were able to make it to the woods outside the pack despite being chased relentlessly by the guards and hide in a cave. I shiver and the masked man takes a cape from his bag and wraps it around me. Next he gives me food and stands guard as I eat my first meal in almost six days. “You know they’ll kill you if they find you. Helping a criminal escape is a big crime.” I say. “I owe your parents a lot, consider this as me paying my debt.” I stand and walk to him. “You knew my-“The masked man pulls me against his hard body and pins me to the wall of the cave and at the same time clamps a hand on my mouth. “Shh, I hear someone.”

Immediately, Tristan immediately got out of the car using a mask to cover his face, so that they would not know who Tristan was. And sure enough Tristan's guess, Sienna pretended to be crazy in order to get out of prison. From a distance, Tristan could see that the woman was laughing with the two of them. Unfortunately Tristan didn't know who the man sitting next to Sienna was, whether young or old. Maybe if the man wanted to take off his mask Tristan would know the man's stature. "If I can't get Jerry, that woman can't get Jerry either." Sienna said, which Tristan could still hear.

Chapter 97: The one I met at the Operation Garett’s Point Of View My mind would not take it initially. My grip on my gun tightened, and my eyes were on the man struggling with my men. He wore no mask, no disguise. Just him—Thorne. I felt as if the ground below me had disappeared. My whole body went rigid, my chest barely rising for air. I had a mask over myself, my identity hidden, but my hands shook. What the hell is he doing here?