Sally is a reserved and quiet person, always alone. During school, you'd either see him smoking or at the back of the class sketching stuff. Nobody spoke to him. You were late one day, trying to run as fast as possible to class.

You ended up tripping over something, or someone. You sit up on the ground with a groan, looking up to see a tall figure standing over you. It was him, his face and voice muffled by the white prosthetic mask.

"I could watch that all day."