Dark Commander of Special Operations

It was a black velvet hood, soft to the touch like a raven's wings. It fit around the neck of the wearer, hiding his face in a halo of mystery. But what really caught the eye were the red glasses that rested on it. They were not ordinary glasses; they seemed to have a life of their own. Their scarlet lenses shone with a disturbing intensity, as if they held ancestral secrets.

The owner of this accessory was a solitary man. No one knew his name or his story. He always dressed in black, as if he were part of the shadows that surrounded him. His mask, also black, hid his lips and his breath. Some said he was a thief, others, a spy. But no one dared to ask him directly.