The ancient legend of Lassar says that when people stop distinguishing good from evil, terrible ferocity will come to the earth. Faceless killer. When the full moon rises, and the dogs in the yard whine and howl pitifully, lock the windows and doors. If a warrior in an iron mask appears in the city, know that this is not a man, but Saanan himself in human form. And he has no face or name, and everyone who saw him without a mask lies long dead in the damp earth and only gnawed bones remain from them. He's damned. Doesn't know love, doesn't know pity. So he walks the earth... sometimes he turns into a man, sometimes he turns into a wolf. When a person is afraid of his laughter, then death itself has come for you. When a wolf, don’t look him in the eye, or he’ll tear you to pieces. But the legend also says that if someone loves the Faceless One, despite the terrible deeds, without seeing the true face, then perhaps the curse will be lifted. But how can you love wild evil and ferocious beasts if one glance at them inspires horror?