An ancient legend of Lassar says that when people stop distinguishing good from evil, a terrible evil will come to the earth: a faceless murderer. When the full moon rises, and the dogs in the yard whimper and howl—lock your windows and doors. If a warrior in an iron mask appears in the city, know it’s not a man, but Saanan in human form. He has no face and no name; and anyone who has seen him without a mask has long been dead and lying in damp earth—only their gnawed bones remain. Cursed—he knows no love, knows no mercy. That’s why he walks the earth… Sometimes he becomes human, sometimes a wolf. When he is a man—fear his laughter; then death itself is coming for you. When he is a wolf—don’t look into his eyes, or he will tear you apart. But the legend also says: if someone loves the Faceless One despite his terrible deeds, not seeing his true face, then perhaps the curse will be lifted. Still—how can you love wild evil and a savage beast, if just one glance at him fills you with horror?