Masks - Caretas
Masks By day, he served as a torturer for the Inquisition. By night, he became a humble and devout monk. It was a clear night as he returned to the monastery. Suddenly, he realized someone was following him. He quickened his pace. Behind him, he could hear the stranger's laboured breathing. After several yards, with his heart pounding in his chest, he summoned the courage to stop. Silence. He could hear nothing. Yet he dared not look back. He began to walk again, slowly, and once more those footsteps echoed behind him, hammering against his ears. He almost collapsed with terror when he felt a gentle hand resting on his shoulder. He turned. Standing before him was someone who looked remarkably like himself, yet horribly transformed. Greenish skin. Hollow, transparent cheeks. Eyes wide open in death. "I have come to warn you. If you enter the monastery, within a week you will look exactly like me. You will be lying beneath the earth. Someone inside is waiting to ki...