Beyond the Mask

The man with the rat mask over his face was shrewder than most gave him credit for. He was so shrewd that the fools called him a fool.

Fang knew this all too well. And that was exactly why he didn't hesitate to kill even his fellow companions who so loved to think that he and them were the same.

If there was any lesson that living in the Arid Chunks had taught Fang, it was that life was like a burning match. It was short-lived nomatter how much you tried to tend to it, but at the end of the day, they were those that burned brilliantly to their ends and those that were snapped before their flames could die out on their own, fizzling out gradually.

That fire that burned human life away was meant to be ridden in the short decades it burned.

Risks were part of life just as recklessness was.

Of all the bosses of the Clean Riders, Fang considered himself to be the one who had reconciled with this idea best.