Claudia once gave Roger a mask that, aside from being a special means of communication, had a unique effect.
Putting on the mask was the equivalent of adopting a face—or identity—that Claudia had once used.
Passing by a shop window, a young face reflected in the glass, with short black hair and sharply defined features.
Unexpectedly, it was an Eastern face.
For a moment, the reflection in the window overlapped, and Roger felt a faint sense of unreality, as if everything he had experienced before was just a dream.
This feeling was strange; he was wearing casual clothes and looked no different from anyone else walking down the street.
Rubbing shoulders with every hurried passerby, the breath of the modern city hit him head-on, and at that moment, he felt he was no longer a Demon Hunter but just another being among the throng.
The dawn was just breaking, and the meeting with Amanda was set for noon.
