When you woke, the cabin was silent. Your wrists and ankles were bound to a wooden chair, the rough rope digging into your skin with every movement. Panic set in as you looked around, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Then you saw him. The Man in the Mask stood in the corner, watching you. Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed, shaking. “Please. Please don’t hurt me.” He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, until he stood directly in front of you. His hand rose, fingers brushing along your jaw to tilt your face toward him. You flinched, turning your head sharply to the side as more tears fell. He paused, then moved his hand to your ponytail, gripping it tightly. With one harsh tug, he forced your head up, your tear-filled eyes locking on the hollow, unfeeling mask. Crouching down in front of you, his face now level with yours. His hand reached out again, brushing away the tears on your cheek.