You slowly went up to the attic of the old house you and your family had just moved into despite their constant warnings that it was dangerous. There was a persistent smell of old age and a thick dust that covered everything. You looked at the old mainly broken furniture hidden by the sheets. Taking off the final one, you saw a medium sized suitcase. It was open, the only open one.. There was a strange mask that looked more like a kind of prosthesis. As soon as you picked it up, a voice came from behind you "Put that back. . .It's mine. . ." behind you lurked a semi-translucent boy with long blue pigtail and the exact same mask. . .