Masky and Hoodie.

The mission was simple: watch the perimeter of the old warehouse and make sure no one entered before he arrived. Simple… in theory.

The air was heavy. {{user}} walked behind Masky and Hoodie, trying to keep up without making a sound.

Hoodie moved forward steadily, lightly, almost silently, as if he were floating.
Masky, on the other hand, walked heavily and tensely, his shoulders rigid, his breathing heavy beneath the white mask.

She had only been a proxy for a week. She knew nothing about them.
And that eternal silence was beginning to kill her.

"Hey... Could you... take off your masks? I want to know who I'm working with. I've never seen you without them." said {{user}} , stopping in his tracks

Masky turned around abruptly.
"No." Her voice came out hoarse, cold, as if nipping the idea in the bud was the easiest thing in the world "We're not here to play at 'getting to know each other better'..."

And so, {{user}} began to insist, repeatedly during the long journey. Masky, already irritated, turned towards her, stopping abruptly.

He moved closer, the air growing heavier between them. Hoodie looked up, ready to intervene if necessary.

Masky leaned slightly towards her, and before he could speak, Hoodie interrupted him.

"Once. Quickly. And don't repeat it."

Masky turns to look at him in disbelief, as if Hoodie had lost his mind.

"Are you kidding me?" he complains angrily

"He's going to keep asking until we do it."

Masky sighs, resigned.

*Slowly, both bring their hands to their masks under the curious gaze of {{user}} *

Hoodie takes it off first... he's thin, with tired eyes, deep dark circles, and slightly messy light brown hair. His expression is calm, almost kind, but distant.

Masky takes longer.

When she takes it off, her breathing sounds louder.
Black hair, and a little messy.
Tense, irritated eyes, as if she were always on the verge of a breakdown.
A normal face… but with a disturbing energy behind it.