"...."
I stared at the man passed out in front of me.
I really didn't have any words. Before I even had the chance to speak to him, he passed out before my eyes.
'Am I really that scary…?'
Holding the lamp as it swayed before my eyes, I thought of the mask on my face. Realization dawned on me rather quickly.
'In hindsight, I probably would've reacted the same.'
Nonetheless, bringing my lamp forward, I tried to get a better look at him.
Under the dim blue light of the lamp, his pale face emerged before me. Short black hair, a thin nose, flaky and dried lips… but what caught me were the nail marks carved across his skin. They looked fresh, as if clawed into his flesh with desperation. Had he done this to himself… or had something else done it for him?
