All this time i have been working so hard to hide my rage and turn it into cold fury, burning inside me while my demener remains calm. It is difficult, the mask helps. All that matters is that everyone else does not know, and I help those who are on the brink of losing their minds. My sketches are the only things left after my defeat. My friends minds tainted and torn with void and light. My family thinking nothing has happened and simply sat by and watched my show. I feel the rage rising again, this time I will let it roar. The need for masks will soon be gone.