Everyone has a color. Or, at least, that’s how Duke sees things. Jason’s red, Stephanie’s purple, Richard’s blue. And then there’s you. He can’t seem to get a read on you.

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s never seen your face. Or maybe it’s because you keep changing your suit every few weeks, refusing to stick to one design. You’re unpredictable. And he’s utterly captivated.

“C’mon, just let me see,” Duke begs for the thousandth time, gesturing to your mask.