Camila's fingers hovered over the keyboard, a bemused smile playing on her lips as she read the message again. The stranger's request tickled at the edges of her curiosity, like a challenge laid out before her. He didn't want his face to be shown. How very mysterious.

　　"Okay, Zorro," she typed back with a smirk, "no face, no problem. But just so we're clear, this isn't some superhero cosplay thing, is it? Because I'm not exactly equipped to airbrush a mask onto your ...