The mask.

17.

On a clear Sunday, Rama ordered a taxi early in the morning, even before the sun appeared on the eastern horizon. The young man had already asked for permission to go out playing alone for a while, he wanted to breathe some fresh air and would return before lunchtime.

Actually it's just an alibi, no sightseeing, no desire to breathe fresh air, all the air feels the same, why bother looking elsewhere. Rama only wants to visit his place first, the dark part of the world that he has been leaving for several years.

Rama stops at a crossroads, near an old house that looks unkempt. The young man walked over casually and opened the garage, where there was an old motorcycle covered in dust completely. "Heh, it turns out that there's also a point in me hiding you here, huh?!" rama said, his hands patted the motorcycle seat, making the dust that stuck directly fly in the air.

"Let's explore 'My old house'!" Rama immediately got on his bike and started riding in the direction he was heading.

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"Woah, what dream did we have last night, there's a tender victim who came with his own two feet here!" laughter was heard welcoming Rama to his place of origin. Ah, nothing has changed in this place. The strong will rule and the weak will become slaves of persecution.

Rama sighed tiredly, how long he had been gone, so that no one would recognize him. Though he once carved his name into the number one while still living here as 'The Nameless One'. "It looks like you guys had a bad dream! It's a pity, I'm sure you didn't expect me to come back at all, did you?" Rama opened the helmet that covered his face.

"Boss, why does he look so familiar, huh?" whispered one of the subordinates who was laughing out loud earlier.

The man who was called 'Boss' earlier seemed to be racking his brain, trying to remember something. "Where have I seen him, huh?" his whispers felt familiar with Rama's face.

"God, am I really forgotten? It's me, 'The nameless'!" rama said after long enough to let them think and remember who he was.

"As it looks, I'm very good. How are you guys doing?" rama sat down everywhere.

"Sit here, no name. It's dirty in there?!" said the boss rushed up from the chest he had been sitting in.

"Look easy!" rama waved his hand as if it didn't matter where he sat.

"Ah, I brought you something, just a second!" Rama opened his motorcycle seat and took the black canteen from inside the trunk of his motorbike.

"This is for you!" he said giving up the black bag earlier, the contents turned out to be some bread and mineral water.

"It's not poison, is it?" asked the worried boss, he gulped his coarse saliva so scared of him just in case what he thought came true.

"What did I make you poisoned? There's no benefit to me either!" rama cuek's reply.

"Who knows if 'The nameless' wants to come back here, so use this way."

"Ha-ha-ha, take it easy, I'm just taking a short walk. I'm too busy and I want to see this place I've left!" rama's statement made the boss breathe a sigh of relief, the place is safe and will not be taken again by the young man in front of him.