La máscara maestra (Amanda Black, 14)

Ever since we arrived in Venice, I've found it incredibly difficult to shake the feeling that we're being watched. And it turns out I was right. The figure in front of us takes a step. Another. Its smile doesn't change. I place my hand on the hilt of the sword. The specter says, in a sweet, gentle voice, "Don't be afraid... I don't intend to hurt you." Eric whispers a warning in my ear. There's nothing more terrifying than a lying monster that smiles... and promises not to harm you. For the first time, I think that perhaps we made a mistake coming here.