(Arata)
When I picked up the hideous mask from the floor, I thought it was wrapped up in some black cloth.
I had no clue how wrong I was and what I was unravelling more.
The black cloth was not some random piece of fabric, it was another mask. The same mask Azul had worn in his last video.
I dropped it as if it had burned me. It truly had just not literally.
That only meant one truth.
Karsten was Azul/Twisted Rider.
The reality broke over me like the bang of the supernova. Shredding away whatever trust I had left in my heart.
How was I so blind and for so long?
Now that I thought about it, both of them were the same height, same physique, same walking stature.
Why didn't I realise it before?
How was I so naïve to his actions?
So blinded by love and lust that I didn't even realise I had been sleeping with the same man.
That was why it was so easy to trust him, my body had gotten used to his touch. It didn't seem foreign.
