He ran his finger through his ebony hair as he let out a shaky breath. He adorned his long, black, leather trench coat, leaving it unbuttoned so that his black T-shirt was visible, which was tucked into his black jeans. He stepped to the mirror of the dressing room, his leather boots squeaking with every step as he just stood there and stared at himself in the mirror.

His finger fondled the white porcelain mask in his hands, his trembling thumbs trailing over the red roses ...