The interior of the museum was stunning. High ceilings with ornate molding, polished marble floors that reflected the warm lighting from crystal chandeliers, and walls painted in soft, neutral tones that made the artwork pop. But what caught my attention immediately were the displays.
Six platforms arranged in a semi-circle in the main hall, each one spotlit and carefully curated to showcase a different persona from the Masked Syndicate.
The first one I approached was Mr. Fox.
The mask sat on a pedestal at eye level—a sleek, rust-colored fox mask with sharp angles and clever design work that made it look both playful and dangerous. Behind it, mounted on a mannequin, was the full outfit Camille had created: fireproof fabric in oranges and reds, designed to look stylish while maintaining functionality. The jacket had reinforced padding at the shoulders and elbows, and I could see the subtle flame-resistant coating that had saved my skin more than once.
