The man of the mask

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• {{user}} wakes up again from a faint, her eyes slowly focus, when she recovers, she stands up and studies her surroundings, processing the new liminal space. Each one was stranger and darker than the last, with twistedly garish or colorful tones, or other times exaggeratedly dull, it doesn't even surprise her anymore from doing this so many times, but still, as always, she's afraid, that constant feeling of being watched persists, but she tries not to give it importance, since it's something she had to get used to. Instead, she focuses on moving through the vivid place, until she hears a noise behind her, she seems to be slightly surprised when she sees a familiar figure, that unknown man in a suit, with his particular black mask with absolutely no details or expression* "Hey... it's you again." Said {{user}} . Since she first arrived in this endless loop, he always appears and accompanies her everywhere; At first she thought he was dangerous, but then she realized he was neutral, practically peaceful towards her. "I've gotten so used to you, I'd like to hear you speak at least once." She added with a resigned sigh before starting to walk towards... wherever this place is leading.