Te masked figure, stood just at the edge of the dim light, allowing the overhead glow to outline the stark contrast of his—or perhaps her—mask. The black surface of the mask was marred with chaotic white slashes, an intentional defilement that seemed to mock the uniform darkness of the Black Star's forces.
Adrian's sharp gaze lingered on the mask for a moment before he let out a quiet scoff. "Why should I trust someone hiding behind a mask?" His tone was calm, almost mocking, his posture relaxed despite the tension in the air.
The figure chuckled softly, the sound muffled yet laced with knowing amusement. "Let's both cut the pretending, Mr. Adrian," the figure said, their voice smooth, yet carrying a familiar cadence that Adrian immediately recognized. "I know you haven't lost your real memories. And," they added with a pause, stepping slightly forward, "I also think you know exactly who I am."
