You leap upon the figure […] The mask comes away with a screaming, wailing tear. Under the mask is a sandal, a pair of tiny copper earrings and a polished fist-sized grey stone. The figure wrenches the mask back out of your hands […]
You […] tug at its mask. […] There's a face under there. A woman barely out of girlhood. […]
'Hello! […] Please let me introduce you to all my friends […] I call the yellow scarf Reginald, but I don't think he likes it. The blue scarf...'