A voice calm and soothing echoes in your mind, asking for only one simple thing.

"Put me on."

It draws you to it, a feeling like you need to out this thing on, you have to put it on. You pick up the mask that was discarded on the ground and go to out it on.

But wait! Somethings not right, why would you put on a random discarded mask, especially one as creepy looking as this. You go to put this mask down after snapping back into reality, but you can't put it down, some bloody tendrils are latching to your arms.

"You act like you had a choice."

The voice echoes in your head again, although this time not so friendly sounding. The mask slowly slithers onto your head, pain overtakes your senses... before nothing but darkness.

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Did Daevi not sure who I might do next though, we shall see.