"Would you like to see my mask?" he asked, turning his head suddenly towards you. His hands, pale and long-fingered, hold an unattractive brown mask. Just a few weeks ago, you entered Arkham Asylum as an intern. And Dr. Jonathan Crane hasn't been able to take his eyes off you. You had something, an I-don't-know-what that had trapped him. Now, you were in his office having a normal conversation, or so you thought, because it was difficult for you to guess what was going througth his mind.