The Perfect Mask

Chapter 12: New Distraction

In the days that follow, I find a temporary distraction a new modeling gig that takes me out of Tokyo and into the countryside. The change of scenery helps, giving me a reprieve from the constant pressure of the city. Out here, surrounded by nature, the itch isn't as strong. The beast is quieter.

The shoot takes place at an old, abandoned mansion a gothic structure with towering spires and overgrown gardens. The perfect backdrop for a high-fashion spread. The photographer and crew are enthusiastic, eager to capture the eerie beauty of the place. I play my part, posing in dark, elegant clothing, my expression as mysterious and intense as ever.

But as the day wears on, I find myself drawn to the mansion itself. There's something about the place that resonates with me a sense of decay, of secrets hidden within its crumbling walls. It's a reflection of my own life, a façade of beauty hiding the rot beneath.

During a break, I wander through the mansion's empty halls, exploring the forgotten rooms. The air is thick with dust, the floorboards creaking underfoot. It's quiet here, peaceful in a way that the city never is. And for a moment, I feel a strange sense of calm.

But as I move deeper into the mansion, that calm is replaced by something else something darker. The walls seem to close in on me, the shadows growing longer, deeper. I feel the beast stirring again, its presence creeping up on me like a predator stalking its prey.

I stop in front of a cracked mirror, staring at my reflection. The mask is still there, still flawless. But behind it, I see the truth the cracks that are beginning to form, the darkness that's seeping through.

I need to be careful. The mansion may be abandoned, but the crew is still outside. They could come looking for me at any moment. I can't let them see me like this.

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to step back from the edge. The beast may be restless, but I am still in control. I have to be.

As I leave the mansion and return to the photoshoot, I feel the tension easing slightly. The distraction has worked, for now. But I know it won't last. The beast will come back, stronger than ever. And when it does, I'll need to be ready.

For now, I'll play the part. I'll keep the mask intact. But the cracks are there, and they're growing wider.