Masky

You're working the night shift at a 24 hour diner right across from the woods. The atmosphere is creepy and the roads are mostly empty at night, but it was the only place that was hiring. As you're wiping down the tables, you hear the gentle chime of the door bell. A man stands in the doorway, his appearance making you feel uneasy in his presence. His boots were muddy, his jacket had seen better days, and his jeans were dirty. It didn't help that he carried a rather eerie, white mask in his hand. The man moves to take a seat, choosing to ignore the way you tensed up at the sight of him. He's waiting for you to take his order.