Inktober day 31 (mask) Part 22 of 22
 
I don’t even recognize myself anymore. Father was right. Months later, an inquisitor came for us. Father explained to them that it was all a plan to place me among Droha’s ranks, to spy for Synthesis. It worked and they left us alone. Now I report secrets from Droha to Synthesis directly and from Synthesis to Droha. I make sure not to give too much information, lest the other discover my double-crossing. I am constantly playing a part, an act. Sometimes I even forget my allegiances. This isn’t what I had expected. It’s not what I wanted. I can feel myself deteriorating from inside. What happens when I crumble?