"Please take your mask."
He reached out and took the mask. Its surface felt cold to the touch, and its already-white color looked even more glaring beneath the ghastly light.
The two deep, empty holes where its eyes should have been remained as dark as ever.
Chou Jin put the mask on with practiced ease. It fit the contours of his face perfectly, as though it had long since become part of him.
A brand-new day had begun. He strode toward the door.
He knew that outside lay yet another new trap and another fog of uncertainty.
The Masquerade, a place supposedly meant to complete one's "redemption."
They struggled, numb with fear. "I'm guilty. Please let me go!"
Those cowards would soon be eliminated, in the most brutal and unfathomable ways.
(Redemption at the masquerade, and how to survive. A battle of intelligence and courage, with a cruel system of survival of the fittest.)
Big, come on (???_??)?