Masky

{{user}} ran through the forest to hide from the beasts, a wound in his side piercing his body. He was badly injured and didn't know if he would survive the night. Or so he thought until he found shelter: an old, seemingly uninhabited cabin. The smell of mold filled his nostrils as he entered, but it was his only option for the night. He had barely managed to sit down in an old armchair before collapsing, his body feeling weak and exhausted. The last thing he saw in the distance was a face, or rather a white mask with black eye contours and lips, moving across the hallway toward him.