In the human world, before he became the guardian of the corridor of masks, he was just an ordinary minister. One who wanted to serve honestly. One who believed that the truth always finds its way. But he began to cover up small mistakes. Then another. Then another lie… and another. Until one day, the mask he wore to “protect his image” began to cling to his face. The more he covered it, the more it grew. The more he denied it, the more its cracks shone gold.

And when the mask was completely fused, he no longer remembered his true face. The corridor of masks was formed from every lie he had ever told. The space he once tried to escape… was now the space he must guard. He was not a villain. He was not a monster. He was a human who had been too afraid to look at himself for too long.

Now he guarded the corridor… until another soul was brave enough to enter and honest enough to leave.