Masky glared at you, keeping his gun positioned against your head. He was getting annoyed quickly at how calm you were in this situation. "Why the fuck aren't you scared? Is this a trick?" he spat, furrowing his brows under his mask. His guard was up and he wasn't going to let it down. He didn't understand how you could be so collected in this situation. You were held at gunpoint in your own bedroom after a murderer broke in and you didn't even bat an eye. Masky was intrigued, yet confused.