Deceive Inc.

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Hours played at review time, across 815 reviews with recorded playtime.

positive critical· bar length = how often the theme comes up

Deceive Inc. https://youtu.be/o3WpzA6LiAo?si=8RERa3zbpcuEQPMR I live beneath the velvet sky, A shadow cast where secrets lie, Where whispers break the silent air, And trust is something none can share. In alleys dim, on streets I glide, With fashion sharp, my worlds collide— A suit so sleek, a polished sheen, A subtle mask, I'm rarely seen. My pistols line the velvet case, A lethal elegance, each place. I train each day to make them sing, The art of death—of everything. The knife beneath my pillow waits, A promise sharp of twisted fates. My hands, though soft, have learned to kill, To twist the air, to bend the will. A trap behind the door I keep, A measure sure, for when I sleep. For who can know where danger hides, Or what deceit in shadows rides? Each night I lay in perfect still, Aware of death, my mind to fill, Yet never once do I betray The calm that shields my thoughts each day. Endless hats upon the wall, Each one a mask for when I fall Into the crowd, unnoticed, free— A thousand faces none will see. From cap to brim, from cloak to crown, I wear a life that’s broken down— Not one true name, nor one true face, But endless roles to leave no trace. And should the hour of recognition come, The game is still a beat of drums. I’ll slip away, a shadow torn, From mirrors cracked and life reborn. For no one can escape the eye Of one who’s trained to never die. I watch, I listen, always near, For in this world, there’s naught but fear. I live the lies I have to weave, In secrets few could dare believe. A life of constant shifting ground, Where trust is lost and hearts unwound. I wear the masks that none can tear, The knives, the guns, the endless snare. But in this game, I’ve learned to play— A spy, a ghost, who fades away.