That one time I woke up in prison

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"Sap, George - check out this mask I found!"
"Nice! Are you going to use it in the next manhunt?"
"Probably, yeah! It's an added challenge - I can't see too well in it."

Not even one of them noticed the tinge of purple smoke creeping in tendrils around the green-hooded man's fingers, lashing out from the ivory of the mask, a black smiley face engraved in the plastic.

It was okay, though. He wouldn't remember anything anyway. When he next opened his eyes, obsidian walls surrounded him, a wall of lava searing his vision and an axed maniac taking meticulous steps closer...