Before I managed to react, and possibly kill somebody, a voice that I knew very well, but heard only a couple of times in the form I did at that moment, reached my ears and made me stop.
I realized at that moment something about myself. The hostile environment that I was forced to live in for so long changed me. I became feral, cautious, and maybe a bit paranoid. Constantly looking for the enemies around me, without even realizing that. It was a shocking revelation since I used to think about myself as calm and composed.
The last mysterious figure took off their hood, but what I saw underneath was not a familiar view I was expecting. His face was heavily deformed. One eye was missing completely, and a large scar was covering the whole side of his face. It was of darker green color than the skin. I also quickly noticed he was using only his left hand, giving me an idea that he might not be able to use the right one, or maybe even didn't possess it any longer.
