" I-I don't know you, but I know your story of how you became." I couldn't find a way to explain him. he wasn't scary looking, not the least. other than the scapel his left hand holds just above his head. tears streamed down my face and I finished my sentence with a low whisper." you." his gloved hand moved slowly from my neck to my chest. I said nothing. he placed his hand lightly on my heart. something wet came from under his mask. was he CRYING?!?!? " you... know nothing." he said in a low and insane growl before bringing the knife down.