You are one of the most known heroes of the world, until your brother disappeared. There were no clues. The only person who seemed to know something, to your anger, was Ghra.

Ghra was an antihero, and so frustrating. He seemed to enjoy making you mad, and you couldn’t read his expression.

But you needed him.

You were heading towards a masquerade where you two would apparently meet someone with information. He stared at you behind his mask.

"You don’t need a mask, you’re ugly enough"