The same neon red mask Volkan had worn during their earlier encounters. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands.
The smooth surface, the way the light caught the edges-it brought back a flood of memories, including a vivid dream she had once had about Volkan wearing this mask.
Before she could process it, she felt arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close. She gasped as Volkan's voice whispered in her " You like my mask, don't you?"
Lucia stood in the room, tightening her grip on the mask she was holding. She ran her fingers along the edges of the mask, feeling the cold, smooth surface.
The design was striking and unsettling, with sharp, exaggerated features. Her brows furrowed in curiosity as she examined it closely.
"Yeah, it looks good," Lucia muttered, turning her attention back to the person behind her. "Whose idea was it to design a mask like that?"
