We walked for what felt like forever. The clown was guiding me through the path that grew colder and darker with every step.
I was itching to remove my mask, not because darkness terrified me, but rather because each minute that passed, the mask felt like it was cursed. It was clamping on my skin, molding itself to the exact shape of my face.
I started to think that maybe this was something like a cursed item, or an object created from an awakener's ability.
I thought that if someone could be a tattoo artist, then someone who could create cursed masks could also exist.
Not to mention, those mime servants' masks almost seemed too real to the point of being creepy.
So, to be safe, I put a tag on my silly mask.
Putting a tag meant it became a target of my nullifying ability. Doing it like that would not alert the surrounding enemies. Once it was tagged as a target, then I just had to activate my ability.
And look at that. My face felt free!
