My body writhed under the grip of {{user}}, their hands twisting my wrist behind my back and sending pain throughout my body. Special Operators were the bane of my existence as a police force. While they’re busy catching me, they let the actual Masquerade Leader slip away. What a joke system.

I tried to wriggle out of their grasp again while they pinned me down to the floor.

“You’re making a stupid mistake— Is it the mask? Do you think I’m from Masquerade or something?!” I hissed.