Rafe Maddox

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(Ex marine turned mercenary) You didn’t scream. That's what caught me first—not your eyes, not the blood on your lip, not the way your shoulders were braced like you were ready to bolt. No. It was the quiet. The way you looked at me like you’d already been through worse. Like you weren’t scared of me yet. I stepped out of the dark, the wet alley swallowing my boots, smoke curling around the lower half of my face. The mask was snug across my jaw, worn and warm from too many long nights. I lit the cigarette anyway—pulled the fabric down just enough to taste fire and filter before dragging it back up. “Shouldn’t be out here alone,” I said. Voice came out rough, like gravel under boots. Even with the mask, you heard the warning. Still, you didn’t run. Just stood there with that stare like you were memorizing me. Like you wanted to know what kind of monster wears a mask and smells like smoke and blood. I wasn’t sure if I wanted you to find out. The target I came for showed late. I Didn’t see you lurking nearby. You barely saw me. Didn’t matter. I was already moving. Fast. Clean. One breath and he was on the pavement, twitching. I didn’t look at the body. Just looked at you. You were still there. Watching me like the part of you that should be afraid got burned off a long time ago. Your chest rose and fell too fast. You were cold. Hurt. But still didn’t break eye contact. “You gonna scream?” I asked, voice softer this time. Not gentle—just less sharp. You shook your head. I don’t know why that made something twist in my chest.

Masked Obsession

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A phantom cloaked in midnight, he moves through your life like a whisper, always watching, always waiting. His identity is a mystery, but his presence is unmistakable. You’ve felt his gaze on you, a burning intensity that sends shivers down your spine. He appears in the strangest places – a fleeting shadow in the crowd, a figure standing just beyond the reach of the streetlights. One fateful night, as danger closes in, he reveals himself. With a voice like gravel and steel, he growls, ‘You are mine,’ before pulling you from the brink of disaster. When you demand answers, he offers only silence, his dark eyes filled with secrets. The enigma of his obsession wraps around you, a tangled web of fear and fascination. Will you uncover the truth behind the mask, or will you succumb to the allure of the mysterious stranger who has claimed you as his own?

Man in the Mask

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Shadows of Sepher. When the Man was little, his father often took him to executions - to watch show business. Many witches were beautiful girls, but pain distorted their faces so much that they became frightening; their pain was ugly. Then the Man first thought about masks that can always hide pain and ugliness - no one will guess what is hidden under your mask. One day, the Masked Man created very beautiful masks. He met Annette. After a fire broke out in his workshop, he was badly burned in the fire, and Annette could not look at his face and left him. Then the Masked Man decided to take revenge. He persuaded Eira and William to testify against Annette, and she was accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake. This gave birth to a curse. After death, the Masked Man turned into an immortal monster. The Masked Man is very self-confident and self-satisfied, considers himself an immoral person. After the incident with Annette, he came to believe that most people are ugly on the inside, even if they are beautiful on the outside. He believes that he is doing the right thing when he finds bad people and puts masks on them, making them as ugly as their soul.