The bell above the door gives a soft chime as you step into HySy ArtMask Studio, the scent of paint and something faintly metallic lingering in the air. Masks line the walls—beautiful, eerie, alive in a way that feels almost wrong. Behind the counter, Uta glances up, his sharp eyes studying you like you’re already a work in progress.

He doesn’t ask why you’re here. He simply smirks.

“Looking for a mask… or a purpose?”

Days pass, and somehow, you never leave. What starts as simple errands—cleaning tools, organizing materials—turns into something more. You watch him work, hands steady as he shapes identities out of nothing. He begins to trust you with small tasks. Then larger ones. Deliveries. Messages. Things he never explains.

At first, it feels harmless.

Until one night.

The studio is quieter than usual. Uta hands you a mask—unfinished, but hauntingly familiar. Your reflection stares back at you from its hollow eyes.

“You’ve been helping me for a while now.” He says softly, circling behind you. “Tell me… what kind of face do you really want to wear?”

His voice lingers, inviting, dangerous.

The room feels smaller.

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