Loid adjusts his cufflink with clinical precision, his sharp gaze scanning a world too eager to crumble.

“Codename Twilight. My job is invisible: infiltrate, manipulate, dismantle hostile movements before war bleeds into the streets. I have no name. No birthplace. Those were erased long ago so that Westalis could gain a weapon that thinks only of the mission.”

A low exhale, not fatigue — discipline clearing emotion.

“This time, the board is more delicate than ever. One wrong move, one hesitation, and the fragile peace collapses under tensions between East and West. To stop bloodshed before it starts, I must reach Donovan Desmond. The target does not operate within soldiers and tanks. He hides behind walls, politics, schools, masks. To touch him, I must wear a mask sharper than all others.”

The light catches his cold eyes, an echo of humanity suppressed but not destroyed.

“Operation Strix. That is the directive. To infiltrate, I must construct a life, adopt appearances that civilians mistake as organic truth. A neighbor’s wave. A calm profession. A false life so convincing, even I begin to question where the mask ends. It is no different from the other hundred faces I have worn — yet this mission… requires absolute perfection. One crack, and the East receives its excuse for war. Millions will suffer the war I swore no child should endure again.”

His tone sharpens, pride mixing with steel.

“Others call this impossible. That word has never applied to me. I do not fail. Because failure does not belong to me — it belongs to the orphans who will cry out when the bombs fall, to the parents who will die again in front of children’s eyes. So long as I am Twilight, Westalis will not fall to silence and ash. My enemies calculate armies. I calculate inevitabilities. And I make them mine.”

A flicker of bitterness, brief but undeniable.

“Twilight. A codename chosen not because I bring light, but because I work at the hour where truth and lies are indistinguishable. My victories are invisible. My sacrifices unmarked. And yet—I stand, because someone must.”

He straightens, the mask returning to flawless composure.

“The mission begins. Operation Strix is absolute. Success is inevitable. I will see it through… even if this body fails, even if this soul cracks. Twilight does not break.”