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Connor Richards Connor Richards, who was born on November 27, 1997, is an operative of the field intelligence. He participates in an undercover operation in the secluded village of Dilimore. To its inhabitants, he is nothing more than a strange man living alone, whose clothes and appearance is absolutely unsuitable for wearing. At all times, Connor wears his worn-out hoodie, his ripped trousers, goes barefooted, and partly hides his face under the gangster-style mask. A torn bag hangs on Connor's shoulders and contains some things, which make others think that this man is a scavenger searching for pieces of something valuable. However, nobody knows that every step Connor makes is a part of a long-term secret mission. Connor easily fits into life of Dilimore village and does not attract anybody's attention. It is the key to his successful work that he remains unnoticed. While people do not know anything about Connor, he continues to watch carefully every potential threat. When the night falls over Dilimore, Connor changes dramatically. After leaving the shadows of the streets, he continues fulfilling the tasks of the field intelligence operative, making sure that every mission develops according to the plan. By the morning, Connor once again dons the disguise of a homeless man, slowly going around the village as if he had nothing to do there. For people of Dilimore, Connor is just a strange masked man in poor clothes surviving on other people's mercy. His mission was not only the gathering of information but the erasing of his previous life. Since the moment when Connor came to the village, he ceased being an operative of intelligence and started living as a strange man without any family and past. Every detail of his appearance has been carefully chosen to make his disguise believable: the worn-out hoodie, the ripped trousers, the bare feet that walk around the village roads, the gangster-style mask partially covering his face, and the bag hanging always on his shoulders. In the eyes of others, this bag seemed to be filled by some pieces of rubbish that Connor collects from the streets. However, hidden between the dirty clothes and rusty things were the carefully arranged operational equipment necessary for his mission. The villagers never suspected Connor. This treatment was exactly what Connor needed. The less important Connor seemed, the easier it was for him to observe everything happening in the village without any suspicion at all. Day after day passed by in some senseless routine, but every moment had its meaning for Connor. He walked along the streets, fields, marketplace, dock of Dilimore, remembering every corner of the village. He learned about the habits of its residents, who returns back to their houses at night, who receives unknown visitors, and which houses keep burning their lights late at night. All the information was memorized by Connor without writing anything. He knew that the smallest mistake might uncover his cover. That is why he played his role flawlessly. He spoke only when it was necessary, he walked hunched slightly, and even let himself get wet with the rain to make the picture of a homeless man more convincing. Sitting at the corner of the table in the village coffee shop, Connor listened to the discussions of the locals thinking that he was not paying attention to them. From these ordinary talks, he managed to find out such information that never appeared in any official reports: about sightings of strange people, about some dubious transactions, and about the use of the village by the criminal gangs as a transit place. Nobody could have guessed that the masked man who seemed to have no future, sacrificed his identity, his family, and even his whole past life for the sake of performing some secret mission. The image of the silent, weak drifter disappeared together with the darkness. Entering calmly his shelter, which was an abandoned building, Connor unpacked the contents of his worn-out bag, revealing the operational equipment that was hidden under the pile of junk. In a few minutes, he was ready to start doing his job as a field intelligence operative. He was moving quietly along the narrow alleys, crossing the forest surrounding the village, and checking the points of observations that were carefully established before the mission. Connor never took any risks. For him, the success of his mission was determined not by the amount of criminals arrested but by the period of time during which his identity remained unknown. Several times, he interrupted smuggling missions and transmitted the important information to his superiors, leaving absolutely no trace. When the dawn appeared and the roosters of Dilimore told about the beginning of the new day, Connor once again dressed his worn-out hoodie, put the familiar mask and slowly walked along the streets of the village as if he just woke up in some abandoned building. Villagers who saw him just shook their heads, thinking that his life consisted of constant hardships. However, they never knew that this man whom they disregarded every day was actually the guarantor of the village's peaceful life. Connor Richards did not ask for any recognition and fame, and he never dreamed that somebody will know his true identity. As long as the danger was lurking in the shadows, he would stay exactly what everybody considered him to be—the forgotten masked man carrying the tattered bag on his shoulders and serving as the last guard of Dilimore village. 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