"I am not dying, Sloth," Eagle said as twitch linen appeared on his face.
"Dying and getting married is the same," Sloth replied.
Eagle took a moment of silence before sending Sloth away with a single glare.
I glanced at the strangers around me who saved my life today, every wore the same tan brown dress as mine and had the same plain white mask as me.
Our mask was the extended version of the mask worn at the masquerade ball party.
Then I looked at the man who I agreed to marry just to be part of the organisation and to be safe from that monster named Tiger.
I looked at the man and upon close inspection, even being the same, he stood differently odd among us.
His dress was a slightly darker tan brown shade than that of ours and his mask had black stripes on them. I wonder if those details hold any significance, it may.
I noticed his hands were always behind his back like before, chin high with pride at something I didn't know.
