Some places aren’t meant to be found. INVITE ONLY. It welcomes the wicked and rewards silence. Questions don’t belong here.
The Curator For years, I embodied the role with conviction: a French curator presiding over a wax museum. But for me, it was never just about the art.
Each grin was a reminder why I exist: to steal smiles off real monsters – ones still breathing.
But masks crack, and mine drew the wrong kind of attention. I should have disappeared before the scent of blood hit his nostrils. Before obsession replaced orders.
