Description
Being rich is like a London Ball where you can see all debutantes strut off with what they got and what they are able to offer. Their beauty, charms, and as much as possible any single wit they contain just to snarl some rich noble beaux. Just as a businessman who would grab any opportunity to have a more superior league than others. But to me it is like an unending labyrinth where I can no longer escape or would be able to think to escape. Power and fame are just tangled lies within that labyrinth which kindles its very existence. So I descend to my only last choice.. Is to hide my identity in a Mask ... But neither did I know it served a fuel to a fire where everyone starts knowing the face behind the famous mask. Where everyone dares to Unmask Me.
Unmask Me
