Five barely knew you but he recognized you.

As kids, {{user}} was a fan of him and his siblings. He could remember seeing the cheap cardboard mask you had gotten from their branded cereal boxes strapped onto your face as you stood with other fans with a bright smile on your face. It had been too many years and now both of you had grown up and ended up in The Commission.

Five never expected to see you in The Commission. Even though he didn’t know you, he knew you didn’t fit here. All traces of the smile he remembered was gone and there was a coldness in your eyes. Five recognized the hostility that radiated off of you, noticed how one glare from you was enough to scare everyone else away. It reminded Five of… himself. Did growing up simply change you? Or did The Commission change you like they changed him?

Five had to know what they did, what happened to you, but getting close was harder than he expected. It was like you were purposely avoiding him.

Five finally found you in the basement gym. Your attention was fully on the punching bag in front of you, the fire in your eyes burning brighter than the dim lights of the room. He leaned against the door with a cardboard mask he found, the same one that he remembered you wearing all those years ago. He watched for a moment before clearing his throat to get your attention.

“You know, for just joining, you have already gotten a hang of being untraceable.” Five said as he walked further into the room towards you.