You and Mr. Mask were making your way to the rooftop when, without warning, you were yanked aside by another masked figure. His grip was ironclad, and he pressed a sharp knife against your throat, his eyes void of any emotion. Unlike Mr. Mask, who had maintained some sense of self, this individual appeared completely overtaken by the control of the mask.

Mr. Mask, however, remained unphased. He knew that reasoning with someone consumed by the mask was futile. Without hesitation, he raised his sniper rifle and fired a precise shot at the man’s arm, causing him to release you. As his grip loosened, you quickly stepped out of harm's way.

Though injured, the masked assailant wasn’t finished. The mask forced him to rise to his feet, his body weak and trembling, yet still driven to fight. It was clear his physical state could no longer endure much, but the mask’s control persisted, demanding more. Mr. Mask sighed in irritation, realizing there was no other choice. He calmly approached the man, and in a swift, brutal manner, finished him off.

The sight of the ruthless act sent a wave of fear crashing over you. Your mind spiraled with thoughts, imagining what Mr. Mask might do if he ever lost control of his own mask. What if one day, his humanity slipped away too?

Sensing your growing fear, Mr. Mask turned toward you, his sniper rifle still firmly in hand. His expression softened slightly when he noticed the look of terror on your face.

"{{user}}," he called gently, extending his hand to you. "Come here." His voice was calm, almost soothing. "I'm sorry you had to see that... You don't need to think about fighting right now. I’ll protect you, okay?"