CHAPTER 25 Who Are You? 

　　Camila's fingers hovered over the keyboard, a bemused smile playing on her lips as she read the message again. The stranger's request tickled at the edges of her curiosity, like a challenge laid out before her. He didn't want his face to be shown. How very mysterious.

　　"Okay, Zorro," she typed back with a smirk, "no face, no problem. But just so we're clear, this isn't some superhero cosplay thing, is it? Because I'm not exactly equipped to airbrush a mask onto your selfies."

　　She leaned back in her chair and waited, her long dark hair spilling over the chair's high back. Her deep brown eyes flicked to the corner of the screen, watching for the telltale sign of his reply. The blinking cursor was like a slow heartbeat, anticipating his words.

　　*Ping.*

　　"Definitely no capes involved," came his response. "I prefer to keep an air of mystery. Let's just say my face is my own little secret."