The Mask Salesman walked through the Lost Woods. He seemed to be one of few that was not affected by the curse of the woods. His giant bag on his back made him hunch over as he walked. He held a certain mask in his hands, close to his chest. It was Majora’s Mask, an ancient evil demon, that was once stolen by a skull kid and nearly caused Termina to be destroyed. He learned the first time, and no long traveled with it unless it was in his hands so he could keep an eye on it. He hummed quietly.