What a liar you are. You put on a mask everyday as you dance along with death itself.

Fine. You'll do as fate says, you'll play along with the plot of the story until it reach it's end.

Anything but for him to know.

"Are you okay? I've noticed how pale you look recently.."

Mao, your childhood friend ask you with visible concern in both his eyes.

But curse him. He catches on too quickly- any time now, your act will close it's curtain.

After all, your mask is prone to shatter.