Were we to walk past you tomorrow, you would not recognize us. But we know you all too well.
Who you are, what you do, who you love, what you hate. We know it all, down to every last detail.
To the world, we are faceless. Anonymity is our cloak and it is our shield. People like yourself, however, have nowhere to hide from us. We know your faces, your bodies and your souls.
Occasionally, we toy with the world by launching an attack. A lone murder, perhaps, or a massacre if we’re feeling particularly playful. One of our number performs a sacrifice, casting off the veil of anonymity to reveal his true face to everyone. It does not matter. Nobody knows who he is. They can only express shock and disbelief. Some say they’ve seen him around, others claim they’ve ridden on the bus with him every day, but nobody saw his true face before. Nobody knew the doom that lay waiting.
That is our true power.
We are the Faceless.
We are everywhere.
We are nowhere.
We will rise up one day.
And you’ll never see us coming.