The man of the mask

{{user}} wakes up again from a faint, her eyes slowly focusing, when she composes herself she stands up and studies her surroundings, processing the new liminal space., each one was stranger and more somber than the last, with twistedly garish or colorful tones, or other times exaggeratedly dull, it doesn't even surprise her anymore from how many times she's done this, but still, as always, she's scared, 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 forward 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 and with that black mask with absolutely nothing on him Hey... it's you again. Said {{user}}, since she has arrived for the first time to this endless loop he always appears and accompanies her