Beep... Beep... Beep...
The alarm pierced the quiet morning air.
Rayma groaned softly, stretching her arms above her head as sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting silver streaks across her long, white hair. Her ocean-blue eyes blinked lazily, shimmering like deep water catching light. Her lips—soft and rosy—curved into a sleepy pout as she stepped out of her room.
Rayma: "Good morning, Dad."
Tak... Tak... Tak...
The crisp sound of a knife chopping echoed from the kitchen, mixing with the warm aroma of breakfast.
Rayman: "Ah, good morning, darling."
He stood by the counter—tall, gentle, and composed—with hair as silver as winter snow and eyes burning a calm shade of red. His hands moved gracefully as he chopped vegetables.
Rayman: "Tell me, princess, what should the royal chef prepare today?"
Rayma: grinning in an adorably smug way "Egg roll and strawberry milkshake! Extra sweet!"
Rayman: laughs warmly "Then extra sweet it shall be. Anything for my precious daughter."
Rayma's Thoughts
Rayma (narration):
"That man... that smile... that warmth...
That's my father, Rayman Elbart. He runs a small flower shop, just him and me.
My mother, Marina, died fourteen years ago. Everyone says it was an accident, but...
there's something wrong about the story. Something missing.
My name—Rayma—is a piece of both my parents.
I'm twenty-four, living in a 'simple' family in a 'simple' life.
At least... that's what my father believes."
She forces a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
TV Anchor:
"Breaking news! Another major theft has occurred.
The legendary Virvern City Treasure Museum has been targeted."
Rayman turns, attention caught.
TV Anchor:
"The country's most precious ten-thousand-year-old token has vanished once again.
And the thief responsible is none other than—White Mask.
The mysterious criminal wanted by the police of twenty nations."
The tension in the room thickens.
Rayman's brows knit together.
Rayman: "That criminal again... How can someone like that exist?"
Rayma remains silent, her expression perfectly calm—too calm.
After breakfast, Rayma quietly returns to her room.
Her smile fades as soon as the door shuts.
She kneels down, lifts her mattress, and retrieves a small wooden box tucked deep underneath. The air feels colder as she opens it.
Inside rests:
• an ancient black token, cracked with age
• a pure white mask with spiraling silver patterns
The two objects seem to pulse faintly, almost alive.
Rayma's lips curl into a secretive, dangerous smirk.
Rayma:
"Yes... I'm White Mask. The world's most wanted thief.
Leader of the strongest underground organization on the planet."
Her fingers glide over the mask, her eyes hardening.
Rayma:
"My father knows nothing. He must never know."
She lifts the token—its cool, ancient surface sending a shiver down her spine.
Rayma:
"I was only ten when my mother died. They called it an accident...
but even as a child, I knew something was wrong."
Her voice trembles—just a little.
Rayma:
"The night before she died, she said something... something that haunts me even now."
The memory hits her like a wave.
Her mother's soft voice, gentle as moonlight.
Marina:
"My baby girl... don't be afraid. Mommy will always stay with you."
Little Rayma clutched her mother's dress, eyes wide and trembling.
Little Rayma: "Mommy... are you going somewhere?"
Marina knelt, pressing her hand over Rayma's heart.
Marina:
"No matter what happens... I will never leave you.
I'll always be here, inside your heart.
And remember—Mommy loves you more than anything.
You will grow stronger... far stronger than me or your daddy."
Her smile was beautiful.
Her eyes were sad.
Too sad.
Rayma wipes away a tear, but her expression shifts quickly—becoming determined, almost fierce.
Rayma:
"To find the truth about her death...
I needed power. Real power.
So at fourteen, I built an organization that now controls the dark world.
But even with all that strength...
I found nothing."
She looks toward the window.
Something outside feels wrong—heavy, almost calling to her.
A strange energy crawls along the air, almost whispering her name.
Rayma: soft whisper
"Today... feels different."
She puts on the white mask, picks up the ancient token, and stands.
Rayma:
"If there's a clue out there—
I'll find it."
With silent footsteps and a racing heart, she heads toward the forest, unaware that fate itself is waiting for her...
and her world is about to shatter.