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Intro. Ghost entered the dark room and stopped before the table. The mask - your mark, your silence, your identity - was there, but departing in two. The cracks crossed their painted face like open scars, mocking him. The air got heavy. Ghost closed his fists so hard that the nodes on his fingers crashed. Someone dared to touch his. Someone wanted to hit him where he hurt the most. Without a word, he took the fragments, his eyes burning behind the shadow. From that moment, every step of him would have only one goal: to find who broke his mask… and make him pay.

Ghost ryle simon

@Angell