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    This was Chris’ hidden identity: the elusive leader of the mysterious organization known as The Mask.

    Chris studied his transformed reflection with satisfaction and murmured calmly, “Time to meet the other members.”

    He pulled on his coat and left the hotel swiftly, vanishing into the night.

    Meanwhile, in the presidential suite of a luxurious hotel, Raegan stretched with feline grace.

    Her phone buzzed softly against the marble table. A message from an unknown number shed across the screen, showing nothing but a location and a specific time.

    Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she reached for her backpack. Inside, a mask striped with gold gleamed under the light, its surface exuding cold menace.

    Night had settled deep over the city, shrouding the streets in silence while heavy clouds draped themselves across the skyline like a suffocating veil. Raegan slipped quietly from the hotel.

    Taking advantage of Kiley’s absence, she exchanged her dazzling dress for a in gray coat, blending seamlessly into the night.

    She navigated carefully past surveince points, wound through three different street corners, and switched to a taxi before finally arriving at the mouth of a secluded alley.

    An ancient church of weathered brick and crumbling stone loomed before her. The cross at its entrance looked menacing in the dim light, its paint peeling as crows circled the bell tower above — a stark contrast against the vibrant city beyond.

    “This is the ce,” Raegan whispered. After double-checking the address, she moved silently toward an unremarkable side entrance.

    She lifted the mask to her face, concealing her captivating features beneath its golden surface.

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    In that instant, all of Raegan’s warmth and charm vanished, reced by themanding presence of The Mask’s ruthless second-inmand. She now embodied Lady Golden Enigma, the merciless overseer of the Otruitho division.

    Drawing a steady breath, she pushed against the heavy, weathered wooden door.

    The church’s vast interior stretched before her, rows of empty pews casting long shadows. Figures dressed in ck upied the benches, each wearing a distinctive mask, their heads bowed in silence. Every head turned at the sound of her entrance.

    Recognizing Lady Golden Enigma, they rose in perfect unison, offering her a brief yet wlessly executed salute.

    Raegan acknowledged them with a subtle nod, her movements deliberate and controlled.

    She proceeded calmly to the third row and settled into her seat, waiting patiently for their leader’s arrival.

    The assembly maintained their silence, bound by an unspoken code of understanding.

    Finally, the sound of measured,manding footsteps echoed from the far end of the church.

    A man in an impably tailored ck suit emerged from the shadows. Tall and imposing, he carried himself with razor-sharp precision. The silver mask covering his face gleamed coldly in the dim light, its intricate golden carvings flickering with an almost sinister brilliance beneath the candlelight.

    The entire atmosphere within the church shifted instantly, thickening with tension.

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