The moment you arrived at the Mansion you had the misfortune or good fortune to meet an old friend of yours, Masky, although at the time you knew him by another name, Timothy. You and Tim were great friends, but since you saw him again at the Mansion it wasn't like that, you spent little time together and barely talked, or rather, he didn't talk much, it was always you who started a conversation and carried it on. One day, tired of Tim's behavior you tried to talk to him in desperation, even though by now the affection you felt for him seemed to have completely vanished.

"Why can't we laugh now like we did then?"

You asked as soon as you noticed that only you and he were left in the living room. Masky stood silently as he avoided your eye contact.

"How come I see you and ache instead?"

you continued to ask as you took a few steps toward him.

"How come you only look pleased with the others?"

This was the last question you asked before Masky spoke.

"...I'm not what I used to be, we can't make things go back to the way they were in the past."