I found an abandoned mask, small and sweet.
Golden in appearance, comforting to
wear — voices in my head said "Take a seat."
So I sat, what the mask told me to do.
Could not take it off, it got stuck on me
like an insect captured in a white trap.
Voices amplified, but I did not see
where were they; my mind simply did a lap.
Noisier and louder, I could not bear
these new vocals mandating that I kill.
Him, her, anyone — no one I would spare.
Such importance worth dying on a hill.
I shall give head starts, 'cause you better run,
before I dispose of you with this gun.
This note was ultimately found next to a dead wanderer wearing a gold-tinted drama mask. During the autopsy, doctors were unable to remove the mask from the wanderer's face — it had fused with his skin. The cause of death was supposedly a self-inflicted gunshot wound, but the mask's mysterious properties suggest the victim was unwilling to pull the trigger, forced to do so.
UNMASK THE CORRUPTION. ~ The Truth Seeker