There’s a simple truth about Arcadia, a single link that ties everyone together.

Everyone wears a mask, some are just much better at hiding it.

Some wear the traditional disguise, hiding behind the beautiful guise to hide their identities or show the world that they’re to be trusted.

Some hide behind identities, the wolves in sheep’s clothing waiting for the right moment to strike.

For others, it’s a simple expression. A wide eyed grin to hide the true intentions, to masquerade behind and fool the world.

A simple smile to warm the heart, to dull the senses as you fool the world into believing you’re a good man.

How long has that facade been worn Charlie? How long has that grin been etched upon your face or do you not remember the last time it slipped?

It worked did it not? It fooled Arcadia into believing you were a simpleton, a pure soul who just wanted friendship and peace, and even as the pieces of the puzzle began emerging around you, that wide smile erased every single lingering doubt that most had about you.

But it never fooled me.

Because while they all were dazzled by the smile and the cheery voice, they never looked at your eyes. The cold, dark, broken eyes that showed a true your smile could never mask.

Because they were just like mine.

Being a hero in Arcadia is exhausting.

You can’t falter, you can’t show weakness,  you need to keep that happy smile etched upon your face at every single moment to show them there’s always a better way.

So you pick up a mask, nothing truly special. Not to hide your identity but to make it easier. Because you feel like a hero wearing it, because you can hide behind it. Hide your rage, hide your sorrow, hide your agony behind a simple colorful stretch of cloth.

But I’m tired of being their hero. Being their hero is sacrificing until there’s nothing left…and now I’m the result of nothing left.

Just like at Red Snow where that smile fell for the first time and showed an angry and dangerous bastard, mine burnt in those flames, leaving a man whose tired of fighting for anyone but himself.

I’ve paid the toll of heroism and now I’ve come to collect. And my payment is tearing down every mask from your fucking faces.

No more mysterious identities, no more false friends. The wolves will be revealed, and everything will come to light.

From Arcadia, to Klaus, to him, every single ounce of truth will be revealed and it all begins with you.

The facade dropped for a moment Charlie but you thought you could just smile once more and it would be forgotten.

But when you take your Final Breath,  that mask will be burnt to a crisp as Arcadia finally sees the real Charlie Boyl.

A psychopath whose expression finally matches the darkness in his eyes.