Nova Peak Splitting

A riddle, they mused, although “The Riddler” seemed just as impersonal as “Fifth,” and, besides, it wasn’t something dead.

Masquerade took their time to ponder their sibling’s words. There were many dead things in the world. They supposed they should start with a broad stroke.

You do skulk around like a ghost, just like me, they thought aloud. Perhaps that: Ghost. Or maybe Phantasm. Or Specter. Masque licked their lips. Or is that too on the nose?