A Man Beneath The Mask

Manila

9 P.M.

On a frigid night in Manila, near Pasig River, a homeless man rummaged through a trash bin in search of food. With rain falling on him, he found nothing but empty containers and scraps of rotten food. Just as he was about to surrender, a man with an umbrella approached him. His voice was cold, yet his actions were kindness itself.

-Are you searching for something to consume? (the man with an umbrella asked.)

The homeless man looked at the elegant brown shoes that the man wore, and he knew that he was in front of someone wealthy.“I haven’t eaten in days. I only have enough energy left to get up from my knees,” he said, sounding desperate. ”If you have anything to feed me, I will be grateful to you,” the homeless man continued, his voice heavy with the weight of hunger and suffering. The Man helps the homeless to get up on his feet. While holding the bum, the man offered the homeless a deal that he couldn’t refuse:

-If you come with me, I will give you not just food, but also a job to help you change your life.

Confused and intrigued at the same time, the bum asked

-A job, sir? But how? I don’t have any Identification with me... I don’t even have a resume

-I don’t recall asking for any of that. (The rich man’s confident answer)

Despite not knowing who the man was or where he was going, the homeless man accepted the offer without hesitation. He couldn’t resist the promise of food, and even more, a job that would lift him out of his miserable situation. After all, the man seemed like a good person, and there was something about him that instilled confidence in the homeless.

It was dark that night, and the rich man was unrecognizable due to the dark surroundings, but it seemed like something was covering the rich man’s face - a mask. As the masked man led the homeless person to his car, which was parked nearby, the light from its headlights shone on the masked man’s face. The homeless person froze in shock at what he saw. The masked man’s head was covered from the neck down to the hair. In addition, he had a black wig on, and a white mask sat upon his face, adorned with a gold cross. The bum is shocked and almost backs out, but the masked man assures him that he is in good hands.

MaskMan: Relax, you are in good hands.(the masked man told him, seeing his frightened expression.)

Meanwhile:

Place: Shelter

10:30 P.M.

In a small corner of Quezon City, there was a homeless shelter occupying an area of 60,000 square feet and enclosed by a wall 30 feet high, and the gate stood 15 feet tall, with a smaller gate perfect for people to pass through. Within the shelter’s perimeter stood five buildings, each serving a specific purpose. Building 1 housed the offices where the recruits worked, standing five floors tall. In Building 2, there was a gym, library, video game room, sports area, and various other entertainment options, on the third floor, stood the shelter’s church with three floors in total. Both buildings 3 and 4 were the largest ones, each measuring an area of 5,500 square feet and standing 10 floors tall. Each floor consisted of five rooms suitable for accommodating 20 to 30 people. This served as the main sleeping quarters for the recruits, and all buildings 1,2,3, and 4 had their canteen to prevent the people from moving between buildings when it was time to eat. The final building was the personal quarters of Maskman and his trusted personnel, and no one was allowed access without proper authorization. It was off-limits to everyone except the authorized personnel.

This shelter was a place of refuge for those who had fallen in hard times, a sanctuary for those who had been forgotten by society. But this was more than just a shelter for the oppressed; it was a beacon of hope for those who had lost their way and a chance for a brighter future for those who had been dealt a bad hand. The shelter was a second chance for those who had been discarded by life. It was founded by the mysterious Maskman. No one knew why he had decided to build it, nor did anyone know that he was the one who created it in the first place, no one bothered to ask. The only thing that mattered to the homeless people was the second chance that destiny had granted them.

Despite their origins as homeless people who once lived on the streets, the residents of the shelter were noticeably thriving. One would not have guessed that these people had once experienced such poverty, as they appeared well-dressed and well-cared for.

One of the residents at the shelter called out:

HE’S HERE!!!

As soon as the news spread, the other residents hurried to greet the masked man who had arrived. They were overjoyed, for they knew that another homeless person’s life would be significantly changed with his arrival. As the gate opened, an elegant car arrived, carrying Maskman and his newest homeless recruit.

Upon exiting the vehicle, Maskman was greeted by a man named Joseph, who embraced him and guided him to his private quarters.

On the other hand, upon seeing the grand scale of the facilities, the recruit was awestruck, unable to believe that such a place existed in Quezon City.

As the newest recruit marveled at the facilities, a woman approached him and handed him some toiletries and a new set of clothes. She then escorted him to his assigned sleeping area.

Kiara: Welcome to New Life Shelter, Sir, My name is Kiara”,(Kiarra greeted him warmly.)“If you need anything or have any questions in mind, you can just approach me.

How long has this shelter been in operation?”(the recruit asked curiously.)“It must have been a long time, with such impressive facilities,”(he added, glancing around in amazement.)

Kiara: It’s been running not too long ago, Sir.“,(she answered.)“But the construction of New Life Shelter, took at least 4-6 years, Sir.“,(she added.)

At Maskman private quarter.

11:00 P.M.

While sitting on his chair, MaskMan asked Joseph about the New Life Shelter situation while he was away. Joseph is Maskman’s trusted aid, who serves as the CEO of the New Life Shelter. Despite Maskman’s desire to keep his ownership of the shelter a secret, like his identity behind the mask, Joseph has become the public face of the organization.

MaskMan: Joseph, How was the shelter when I was gone?

Joseph: It was good, the people here are becoming more and more productive than before.

MaskMan: Good, I trust you to continue caring for our people, Joseph. Never let anyone go hungry or fall sick. Do whatever it takes to ensure they receive the best possible care they deserve.

Joseph: Yes, Sir.

MaskMan: I will reward you appropriately for your efforts, Joseph. You have my word.(Maskman said, his voice firm and determined.)

Joseph: Thank you, Sir. I am honored to have your trust.(Joseph responded, grateful for the opportunity to serve the mysterious figure.)

MaskMan: You are dismissed. But before you leave, bring me the new guy. I wish to personally interview him.(Maskman commanded, as always, maintaining the air of mystery that surrounded him.)

Joseph was surprised by MaskMan’s request, as it was the first time in many years he would be facing their newest recruit. He was curious about the motive behind the change in approach but refrained from asking any questions, simply nodding in acknowledgment, as the public face CEO of the shelter, Joseph had often conducted interviews with potential recruits, but to be given the task of introducing someone to Maskman himself was a rare honor and a daunting responsibility.

As soon as the recruit arrived, Joseph invited him to his office, introducing himself as the CEO of the shelter before praising him for the qualities that Maskman had noticed and expressing his desire to get to know him personally.

Joseph: Good evening, I’m Joseph, the CEO of this organization. (he said, extending his hand to shake the recruit’s hand.) “Welcome to the New Life Shelter. It’s a pleasure to have you with us”

Dennis: Good evening, Sir. My name is Dennis, Thank you so much for taking me in.(Dennis said, extending his hand to Joseph and shaking it warmly.)“I appreciate the opportunity to be a part of the New Life Shelter.”

Joseph: No problem, friend. Anyway, the man inside would like to speak with you.(Joseph explained.)“Normally I handle the interviews for new arrivals, but this time, Maskman would like to have a word with you himself. Don’t worry, though. He’s a good man”

Dennis carefully opened the door to the office of Maskman, who invited him to sit in a chair in front of the office table, as he took a seat in front of Maskman’s desk, the recruit couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between his office and Joseph’s, which was much larger. The room was also eerily quiet and dim, with only the little light that filtered in from the window providing illumination.

MaskMan: I’m glad to see you again, my friend.(MaskMan said, a hint of warmth in his voice.)

Dennis: I’m honored to meet you, sir.(he replied, his tone respectful.)

MaskMan: May I know your name? (MaskMan asked.)

Dennis: My name is Dennis, Sir. (Dennis nervous answer)

MaskMan: Ah, Dennis, so tell me, Dennis, how old are you and how long have you been living on the streets?

Dennis hesitated momentarily, his eyes darting around the dimly lit office before settling back on MaskMan.

Dennis: I’m 20, sir. And I’ve been on the streets for... four years, I think?

MaskMan nodded, his expression unchanging.

MaskMan: Four years, huh? That’s a long time to be homeless at such a young age. Tell me, what are your dreams, Dennis?

Dennis: My dream is to become a journalist, sir.

MaskMan: A journalist, eh? That’s an interesting choice.

Dennis: Sir, if it’s not too much trouble, may I ask why you wear a mask?

MaskMan leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. The air seemed too heavy with something intangible, the silence stretching out in the dim room.

MaskMan: A man’s mask is the same as his face, Dennis. It serves as a symbol of his hidden thoughts and emotions, It can conceal their true thoughts and feelings, acting as both a shield and a weapon against those who seek to harm them.

The depth of MaskMan’s response struck Dennis, left to wonder even more about the true identity of the mysterious figure behind the masks.

MaskMan: I use a mask to hide my identity from those in power in this country, Dennis. I intend to transform this country, root out corruption, and eradicate poverty. As a symbol of my commitment, I will continue to fight for what’s right.

MaskMan continued to conceal his identity for the greater good, explaining that he planned to shake up the country’s power structures, lift citizens out of poverty, and weed out corruption.

MaskMan: This mask symbolizes hope and a second chance for those at the bottom of society, a symbol of both the struggles they’ve endured and the victories they’ve achieved. It is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, and a beacon of light in times of darkness. (he declared, his voice echoing through the dimly lit office.)

As the echoes of MaskMan’s words died away, a sense of awe washed over Dennis. In that moment, he felt a deep connection to the mask and the man behind it - a connection that went far beyond the mere words spoken, but rather, a shared understanding and desire for something greater.

Dennis: Words cannot describe, sir,(he replied, his voice filled with emotion.)“I understand now the power of the mask and the hope it represents for those like me. And for that, I am truly grateful.”

MaskMan: Yes! Dennis, you should be grateful, because you will be one of the 12 people who will help me to execute my plans... Our mission!!!

Dennis: Me, sir? But... Why? I don’t have the skills for this sort of thing. To be honest, I don’t have skills in a lot of things. I didn’t even finish school; I only made it to fifth grade. I don’t think I’m capable of this, sir. (he said, his voice cracking.)

MaskMan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

MaskMan: That’s why you’re perfect, Dennis. You’re not weighted down by the expectations of this world, you’re a blank slate that I can shape. And with me by your side, there’s nothing you can’t accomplish. So what do you say, are you willing to deliver a change in our country?

Dennis felt his mind racing. Who was he to be chosen for such an important role? He knew he had been through a lot, but did that mean he was deserving of this position? He looked up at MaskMan, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

Dennis: I-I don’t know what to say, sir. (His voice trembled slightly, a testament to the inner turmoil raging within him.)“I’ve never been one for taking risks. I’m a street kid, Sir, what do I know about saving our country?”

MaskMan: Dennis! MaskMan said, his voice deep and steady,)“I chose you for a reason. You have the potential and the drive to become something great. Trust me, I will guide you every step of the way.

Dennis: I don’t know, Sir.

MaskMan: I will give you some time to think about my offer. You’re dismissed.

At Joseph office

11:45 P.M.

Dennis stands outside the office, his mind still spinning from the conversation with Maskman. He’s still unsure whether to accept the offer, but he can’t help but feel drawn to the man behind the mask.

His thoughts are interrupted as the sound of footsteps approaching from behind him fills his ears. Dennis spins around to see Joseph approaching him.

Joseph: I see, the MaskMan makes you think deeper.

Dennis: Yeah, he’s quite a mysterious guy.

Joseph: Indeed he is. Don’t worry though, he’s just testing your resolve.

Dennis: Testing my resolve...

Joseph: You should know that he only talked to people he believes have potential. He must have seen something in you or wouldn’t have invited you here tonight.

Dennis still seems to be pondering his answer, but as Joseph speaks, he starts to feel more confident and hopeful.

Joseph: Don’t worry too much about your past or your current circumstances.

Dennis: You mean... it doesn’t matter that I didn’t finish school or lived on the streets?

Joseph: That’s right, none of that matters. What matters is that you’re here now.

Dennis: But...do I have the skills needed to make such a big difference?

Joseph: If MaskMan thinks you do, then you do.

Dennis: ...You believe that?

Joseph: Yes.

Dennis: I see...can I ask you a personal question?

Joseph: Sure, Go ahead.

Dennis: How did you end up working for Maskman?

Why did you stay?

Joseph: How can you say that I work for him? I am the CEO of this organization.( he was shocked by Dennis’ question.)

Dennis: The answer is simple, Sir: his office is inside yours, and it is far bigger than yours.

Joseph: You’re right about the office, and yes, I’m still working under him, even though I’ve been in this position for many years.

Dennis: Yeah, I think there’s an aura of power and mystery around him that even you cannot escape.

Joseph: Indeed. I may be the boss, but he is the one behind everything. So many lives have changed because of him, and I’m forever grateful for that.

Dennis: So you respect him deeply...

Joseph: Indeed. I respect him deeply because he is a man of great vision and determination. Even when I don’t always agree with his methods, I can’t help but admire his dedication to his goal.

Dennis: I can relate. His conviction and confidence are something I find inspiring as well.

Joseph: It’s true. When he puts his mind to something, very few can match his intensity. But it’s still amazing to see how he remains so devoted and motivated after so many years.

Dennis: But...when it comes to his identity, don’t you ever get frustrated that he keeps it hidden? Doesn’t it make it difficult to connect with him?

Joseph: I don’t let it bother me. Even if he doesn’t show his face, his words and actions speak volumes about his character.

Dennis: I wish I had your mindset. For me, it’s such a mystery.

Joseph: You’ll learn that too, in time. For now, go back to your sleeping quarters and get some rest.

Dennis: Yes, sir.

As Dennis left, MaskMan stepped out of his office and approached Joseph.

MaskMan: He’s the final member I need to complete my 12-personnel, Joseph. Can’t you see the potential I see in him?

Joseph nodded.

Joseph: Yes, he’s definitely different from the rest. He’s full of questions, and that’s what I like about him. He’s the perfect addition to the personnel.

MaskMan: He’s the final piece of the puzzle, and after that, we can begin executing our plans.

Joseph: So tell me, did the Spirit speak to you about him?

MaskMan: Yes, the Spirit did speak to me about him.

Joseph: And what did He say?

MaskMan: He said that Dennis is the one we’ve been waiting for. The one who can help us achieve our goals.

Joseph: I see. You really believed that huh?

MaskMan: Indeed. The Spirit knows all, so I trust His judgment in this matter. And the Spirit never fails to deliver.

A few hours later

2 A.M.

MaskMan’s POV:

For most of my life, I have longed for an overhaul of the system that governs the country of my origin. As a conscientious citizen, I have always wished to lend my aid to the marginalized and downtrodden. I believe the time has come for me to make a difference in the lives of the disadvantaged, and I am eager to begin this journey.

You know that after the demise of my parents in their constant battle against corruption and oppressive governance, I pledged myself in front of You. I would seek retribution. I would hold accountable the oppressive regime that abused the nation my parents defended. I would not rest until justice was delivered.

I once was a nobody, blind, but now I can see; I was supposed to die, but, You... You gave me a second chance and anointed me to fight for what is right.

I will always cherish the day You saved me from certain death and bestowed upon me a new life, A second chance, filled with wealth, strength, and knowledge. You have enriched me in ways that I cannot even begin to describe, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

It is no secret that I have always sought Your guidance and wisdom before proceeding with any decision-making or action-taking. You know that I have always followed Your will and have remained faithful to Your cause. Now, I humbly ask for your permission to forge my own path, one that aligns with my own personal desires and ambitions. My aim is to end the exploitation of greed plaguing this nation. I will execute this ambition through my own means, and nothing will stop me from achieving my goals. Not even You Adonai!