The Plan Of Masked Man
Masks

Look at the footprints slowly and carefully. His footsteps avoided any visible footprints. Now the footprints recorded are only the footprints of an intruder and not the footprints. By entering the bathroom, Mr. Enemy locked the door and now his gaze was directed at the mirror in front of him. "What a game you all play is really good, unfortunately you forget that I was the main mastermind. You don't even know who I am. Ck ck. Unfortunately you guys."

His hands removed the mask, and slowly peeled off one by one the skin with burns on his face. For five minutes cleaning his face and now a handsome face with a smirk smile is clearly visible, reflected in front of the mirror. "Look who I am. My real face."

Who would have thought behind a bad face apparently, keep a handsome face without a defect even a pin. That was not the case, but the face was very similar to someone. His right hand gently rubbed every part of the face, eyes that showed satisfaction. "perfect. Now, I have to get back to being."

Calmly, Mr. Enemy took another mask from one of the drawers of the closet under the mirror. This time, he chose the finished mask and no longer used the separate mask as usual. Within a minute, a mask full of burn marks covered his face perfectly. The handsome face turned into a ugly face, his right hand raised towards the mirror. Like a firearm, with one eye closed like a target.

"Flame…"

Like a child playing a gunfight, the hand was raised up along with the speech from his lips. Leaving the secret of Mr. Enemy, where AK was caring for Icha was still in a state of tension. The woman, who was lying weakly with an infusion tube in her hand, seemed reluctant to survive. For the third time AK conducted the examination, but the results were still the same.

This time no one could be asked for help, after all that had happened. AK realized, whoever is after his life must be someone near him. It's impossible to be a stranger and not be involved in the events of the past few years. All must have to do with the passing of Asthma, and the fact that the heart of Asthma is still beating in the body of icha, makes AK protect the woman wholeheartedly.

Moreover, the news of his last target was like being lost to the earth. Did his last plan fail? Or the news that should have made the furore muted? It seems impossible if muted, the last target is the target made a scapegoat by him. AK rushed to find information about the latest murder case, but the search results were nil.

No abduction news or loss news, isn't that weird? Or was someone missing again? All back into pieces nak puzzle unorganized. AK stopped the search and closed his eyes, momentarily letting his mind and heart be free from all the stress and anxiety.

Peace AK with remembering the past. Unlike the figure of a man with a mustache, where his body is now tied on a pole. A battered face and fresh blood still seemed to flow at the corner of his lips. Eyes are closed with room temperature increasing, after experiencing a series of attacks. The body of the moustached man collapsed unconscious, the heat slowly radiating throughout the room.

"Eeeuuggh. Panaz."

His eyes slowly opened, although it felt sore and heavy. Still, the mustachioed man forced himself to open his eyes and the scenery that greeted him, leaving his eyes wide open.

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Hay reader's, for tonight. Othoor's sorry, up can't be much.

My heart and mind are divided and honestly can't be written. But othoor has a responsibility to make up, so othoor nulis as good as othoor can.

May the othoor ask for your do'a, may my nephew be given immediate health and leave the ICU room. I can't focus on squirming a little baby into the ICU.

Good night, sorry about tonight.