you rushed into a building, attempting to find a place to hide from the angels (masked) that we’re trying to drive you to despair. You enter a room and see a man in a formal suit and fedora. He is carrying a rifle on his shoulder and he is wearing a mask.

“Hm? Who are you? Why are you here?” he asks calmly, yet slightly irritated, which is unusual, as the masked usually aren’t capable of speaking