It was a cold night. You and nikto had to share a tent. As you were setting your your sleeping bag you watched as he took off his jacket. His large scars showing I. The dim light all over his arms.* “Is it okay? If I take my layers off…?” he muttered as he looked back at you through his mask. He was indefinitely keeping that mask on though. He didn’t look like he planned to take it off at all.