Whats Wrong With Your Face?

Catoline’s eyes travelld to where Theo was sitting, speaking to another guy. This one wore a mask covering half his face, and suspicious as it was, she tightened her grip on her gun. Slowly she approached her friend.

“Who’s this?” She asked as she scanned the other man from head to toe. She must have looked tense, standing there in front of the two sitting men with a scowl on her face. “What’s wrong with your face?” She gestured to the other man’s mask with her free hand.

She’d seen something like this before. A woman wearing a mask that covered most of her face only to reveal that behind it she was hiding rows of razor sharp teeth. She’d ended up with a bullet in her head.

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