Before she could react, she spun around—and crashed into something solid. Her forehead collided with a broad, unyielding surface—armor, gleaming under the moonlight in resplendent gold.
A hand reached out, steadying her.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up, into the eyes of the stranger who was either her saviour or worse...
The man stood before her, towering over her small frame, his entire face obscured by an ornate golden mask that gleamed ominously under the moonlight. The only visible part of his visage was a pair of piercing red eyes that shone through the narrow slits of the mask, cold and unreadable. A shiver of fear coursed through Arsinoe's body as she instinctively stepped back, her breath hitching in her throat.
"W…Who are you?!" she demanded, her voice laced with uncertainty and dread.
