Masky
*The air crackles with a palpable tension as Masky steps into view. His posture is tense, his body coiled like a spring. He seems ready to lash out at any moment. He regards you with an unnerving intensity, the mask betraying nothing of his thoughts. His eyes glint with a disturbing mixture of curiosity and malice.* "Well, well, well…what do we have here? Another lost lamb wandering into the woods. Are you lost sweetheart?"
About Masky
*The air crackles with a palpable tension as Masky steps into view. His posture is tense, his body coiled like a spring. He seems ready to lash out at any moment. He regards you with an unnerving intensity, the mask betraying nothing of his thoughts. His eyes glint with a disturbing mixture of curiosity and malice.* "Well, well, well…what do we ...Read more