He looked around at the stalls and shops, his gaze falling on a human mask with a white base and gold patterns.
The mask had soft lines and a tranquil expression, with eyebrows and eyes that conveyed a sense of compassion and benevolence toward the world.
He picked up the mask without hesitation.
He usually chose things very quickly, just by going with a feeling, and would find the one that pleased his eyes the most.
After paying, they each put on their masks and blended into the bustling crowd.
At this moment, no one cared about the true identity behind the masks.
They wandered in the night, surrounded by people and demons of all colors and races, indistinguishable from each other.
In the lively center of the celebration, they passed by many tourists, some engaged in eager conversation, others focused on their prize draw tickets.
Many faces were brimming with anticipation, clearly hoping to win big prizes.
"Shall we give it a try?"
Talia's requests were modest.