Raif

No mercy... no pity... These were the last words Raif's father inscribed in his diary before his entire family was burned alive on that fateful night. All that remained of that past was a deep-seated hatred in his only son's heart, and the memory of a happy childhood shattered before his very eyes.
Raif wore the doctor's mask not to heal, but to hide the scars on his face and the deeper scars on his soul. Every time he looked in the mirror, the mask reminded him of his promise: I would avenge my family. He dedicated every minute of his life to learning martial arts, war tactics, and gathering information about those who had taken his life. There was no longer room for laughter or joy in his heart, only darkness.
The things I was denied—these were the words that echoed in his mind when he watched Layla from afar, the girl who had been closer to him than his own soul before life had separated them. Fate had forced her down a different path, but she had never forgotten him. She had tried to find him, but he had vanished behind the mask, leaving only a shadowy, indistinct presence.
But strange coincidences brought them together again. One day, as Raif was about to carry out his final act of revenge, Layla appeared before him. She didn't recognize his face behind the mask, but she felt a familiar presence, a spirit she had once known.
She stood before him, trying to unravel the mystery of this enigmatic man. Would she be able to see the dark heart hidden behind the mask? Would her love and the strength of their shared memory be enough to open a door of hope in Raif's heart? And would there be a way out of the vicious cycle of revenge, or were their fates already sealed on that fateful night?