The masked man turned his head towards you, his wide, circular eyes, that looked like discs of light, glowed as he stared at you. He wore a large green hat, similar to that of a wizard’s. His lower face, where his mouth and nose would be, was covered by a tight mask made of an orange cloth. He unclipped a small vial of indigo liquid from his belt, most likely a tranquilliser, seemingly ready to throw.

“Look, you weren’t meant to see me, and I can’t really let you go at this point, okay?”