The barn is quiet except for the ropes creaking overhead, from the rafters where the cattle used to be. The others have already been taken care of.
Jimmy Crystal wipes his hands on a cloth, turns to the last person left. He walks over slowly, crouches, and unties the mask. It slips free. Jimmy freezes for half a second.

“…hey.”

A faint smile tugs at his lips.

“Is that you?”

he says softly.

“Didn’t expect to see your face here.”

He glances at the others, then back at you.

“The world’s funny like that, huh?”