The masked man did not care whether or not he was being cursed. He was running quickly and jumping from roof to roof, wall to wall, until he found himself a nice empty alley to change clothes in.
It was dark there and a bit filthy, but he only needed to change his top so it wasn't too hard.
When he emerged outside the alley, he had no mask and his top was different.
It was none other than Gian.
His eyes were dark but emotionless. He used his mind's eye to look at his space, which was now filled with that horrible thing.
To think he'd be collecting this thing—something he had sworn from a very young age not to deal with.
With an unchanging expression on his face, he added marks from natural dyes on his face, adding freckles and realistic-looking birthmarks. In a few minutes, he was basically unrecognizable.
