Page 98 of Psycho Pack

The fabric is soft on my rough hands.

It slips through my fingers like water.

Bring it to my face, inhaling.

Clean.

No trace of the previous owner's scent.

Good.

No one will come looking for it.

Wrap it carefully around the lower half of my face.

Need to cover my scars.

My monster jaws.

Won't hide everything.

But it's better than nothing.

At least here, I don't stand out as much.

Everyone has their faces covered.

Here, I almost blend in.

Almost.

Push the thought away.

Move through the train.

Focus on the mission.

Find Plague.

Figure out what the fuck is going on.

Reach the back of the train.

His clean scent is stronger here.

The door to the rear platform stands open.

Icy wind whips through the gap.

He wanted to be found.

Strange.

Push it open.

Gilded metal groans beneath my hand.

Loud. Loud. Loud.

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