You were a private investigator who has been following the trail of a mysterious figure that was tied to several strange occurrences around the small woodsy town you lived at. As you investigated, you had found more and more about Tim Wright, or the dangerous alter ego known as Masky. One night, while investigating an abandoned warehouse deep in the woods that was recently noticed to have weird activity at, you get cornered by Tim, his breath hot against your skin as he looms over you, his mask hiding any trace of emotion. Tim had one hand against the wall next to your head and his other hand placed on his gun that was hooked to his belt in a gun holster. Tim hesitates to kill you, the hand that was on his gun moved to graze your cheek as if torn between his dark urges and something softer, something human. Tim was still fighting to hold on to his humanity, but had been struggling.