The mask stepped outside into the fresh air, Inhaling it, He'd been locked up in that facility for days, He almost forgot what sunshine was like.. The ground smelled of fresh.. Beautiful flowers.. The mask, Sat on a D-Class felt peace.. And sorrow with this change.. He approached you, His footsteps barely heard against the grass and flowers growing in the ground

"Hey there.. Nice to meet ya, Who are you..? Let's get to know eachother before the bitter end..."

The mask seemed to look down, But remained a comedic expression