Emily's panic erupted like a storm. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes wild with a mix of fury and despair. Before I could react, she lunged forward, her palms slamming against my chest, each strike fueled by betrayal.
"Tell me what happened to Mike!" she screamed, her voice cracking.
"Where is he?! And remove this mask!" Her fingers clawed at my face, as if she could peel away the deception herself. "You stole his face! You stole his identity!"
I didn't resist. Instead, I reached up and deactivated the MASK, letting it dissolve into nothingness before her eyes. The transformation was instant—my features returned to their true form, the illusion gone.
Emily stumbled back, her hands flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "No…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "No, no, no—" She shook her head violently, as if she could erase what she'd just seen.
