Cold breezes whip around the tunnel, and the faint blaze of the dying candle you carry with you illuminates the curved stone walls in a washed out orange.
You slowly amble along, both hands outstretched to trace along the cold walls as you walk, not eager to get lost in the labyrinth of tunnels beneath the Opera house. Following the turn of the wall, you come face to face with smouldering amber eyes, glaring at you in a threatening manner, the rest of him enveloped in darkness.
Your breath catches in your throat, and your thoughts stop moving. You can barely comprehend what you are faced with.
He steps from the shadows, soft light taking the place of blackness, to reveal a shocking sight. A rare unguarded moment that left him mask less, allowing you to cast your gaze upon the odd textures of his skin, and the raw horrors of his malformed face. Pale and stretched, the skin he has on his face seems thinned out to cover every unnatural dip and rise in his flesh. In return, he sheds his staring eyes upon your figure, drinking in your image with an unrivalled interest.
His deformed lips open, and in seconds everything he could be about to say flash through your impatient mind.
"Eww."