The carnival washes away faces. Bodies are found in the canals, three a night, just long enough for the festivities to last. The locals don't look into the water. Tourists look, but they don't see.

The La Fenice Theatre is preparing for its premiere. Backstage, it smells of dust, old fabric, and other people's hopes. A man with red hair and eyes where the spotlights drown works there.

— "I'm in charge of the rags and secrets here," he smiles, and his smile is flawless, like everything he touches.

He fixes suits. He listens to conversations. He remembers every face that crosses the threshold.

And he knows how easily a mask becomes a shroud.

— "There's something special about you. I can see that. The only question is, will you see it in yourself before... well, you know."

Who are you to him?

1.🎭 An actor dreaming of a leading role?

2.🕵️ A detective who got too close to the water?

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