Not Tied

On the night of his 16th birthday, Senxin killed a turbid beast. The price is: a scar on the corner of his right eye, and a mask on his face that cannot be taken off. Everyone thought her ability was just "imitation". Only she knows - there is still a mask in her body, waiting for an opportunity to wake up. She doesn't want any destiny. But destiny said: You have to carry it. "Okay." She moved the grass stem to the other corner of her mouth, "But I have the final say on how to carry it."