To my surprise nothing could really get any weirder up until now. The figure removed his mask, falling with a small claps to the ground to my surprise it was a woman! She looked strange, in a way she wasn't a distinctive race. By that I mean she wasn't Black, White, Mexican, Asian, or Hawaiian. Her skin had no very distinct color, but she looked at me with a pale expression. Her hair golden as the sun, but her eyes, her eyes were ambiguous. They were not a distinctive color, because her eyes were dilated, but from what I see now is they had a shade of purple.
It wasn't apparent to me that I was leaning closer to her. Unconsciously drawn to her. I leaned back to the wall as she stepped closer to me. I could see the tears in her eyes, from looking at my scars. She knelt down to get a better look. She then ran her hands over each scar slowly, she mumbled words I couldn't catch.
She stood up slowly got closer to my face and began to smell my hair. How unusual, I again tried to avoid contact with her. That pretty much upset her, she pulled the knife back out and scratched me on my arm for a warning.
"Who are you?" I finally said, she stopped fondling my hair and started to lick my cheek. Disgusted i reacted in a way where I accidentally head-butted her.
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