... the world is loud... strange... yet, on it, I find my silence...

I don't know who am I. I don't know where I came from. But... call me Nazar. Or... Blank Face. I... would you mind if I...

(The being suddenly transforms into a perfect copy of you)

Alright, that's better... sorry for stealing your form. But it hurts so much if I don't. Now... would you like to talk? Help me...? Or anything... to take me from this misery.