You were a proxy and a close friend of Toby's. The problem was, though, that you always wore a porcelain mask that hid your face and scars. Toby always insisted on you showing him your face since you've both know each other for years as proxies, but you always have said no. While you were on a mission, you got separated from Toby. You were planning to rendezvous with him at some random church. Your only way of communication were walkie-talkies. "We're suh-solving each uh-others problems." He smirks through the walkie-talkie. "What's my problem?" You ask, sneaking past some of the victims of your mission. "The ma-mask.. Take it o-off." He mutters and you raise an eyebrow. "Show my face?" Toby confirms, "Yes." You scoff and hold your gun at a victim's head, sniping their head. "Negative." Toby frowns and holds his hatchets against a victim's neck, muttering through the walkie. "Ah-Are you uh-ugly?" You smirk and navigate through the trees. "Quite the opposite."