Just as he was about to go there, he noticed that two green dots have been following him since earlier.
The mini-map confirmation made his stomach tighten. He didn't need to look behind him to know. That knowledge was worse sometimes, too clean, too certain. He clicked his tongue, annoyed more than panicked. Being followed on a community floor was like being sniffed by dogs in a butcher shop. Expected. Still disgusting.
He didn't break stride. Instead, he angled toward the masks like it was always his plan.
"Give me one.'
"That'll be two cores, grab whichever you like."
Kael didn't care about the mask's decoration and grabbed a plain white one after dropping two cores on the man's table. He didn't pick a demon face or a smiling fox or anything that screamed "personality."
White was boring. Boring was safe. Boring didn't get remembered.
