Ava stood firmly in front of Alex, her brown eyes locked onto the cold, skeletal mask hiding his face.
"Take off your mask."
For a split second, Alex froze.
'Did she… notice something?'
But before he could move, the brown-haired girl suddenly bent forward, bowing deeply.
"Please! I'm a big fan. You're Lucifer Morning-star, right?"
Alex blinked under the mask, taken aback by the abruptness. Then slowly, a smirk curled on his lips, though it remained hidden.
Activating the mask's voice modulation, his voice changing.
"And why do you think it's me?"
Ava straightened up, determination written all over her face.
"I've seen all your live streams of clearing dungeon-rifts," she said. Her tone softened, almost wistful.
"Every single one of them. I want to be strong like you. Stronger than ever."
Her fists clenched as shadows of painful memories flickered in her eyes.
