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One evening, after a particularly humiliating meeting where his idea was stolen and praised as his manager’s own, Leo walked home through an underground tunnel. Graffiti covered the walls, but one piece stopped him cold. It was a crude, stenciled replica of the Faceless mask. Beneath it, someone had scrawled: “You are not the mask. The mask is what fears you.”
He walked home, not invisible, but visible in a way he hadn’t allowed himself in years. The next morning, he walked into his manager’s office and said, “That idea yesterday was mine. And I’m not letting you take credit for it again.” godsmack faceless album cover
Leo set the mask back down on the table. The limbo apartment cracked like glass. The tunnel returned, damp and real. One evening, after a particularly humiliating meeting where