When the fat Garsan peculiarity arrived at his destination after careful detours, he unlocked an old door and entered the room before closing it despite its complaints.
He didn't light a lamp like the ones causing the small bits of yellow lights on the road, and despite the darkness, he checked the small living space as if his vision was unimpeded.
He took off his clothes as if to clean himself, and placed them to the side in a neat way. His gray skin seemed tight in some places and full of creases in others. He gave a weird feeling as he stood there naked. Then, he brought his hand to his throat as if he was about to scratch himself, but like in a horror movie, he took hold of his skin, raised it, and peeled it away.
With his features distorted, he raised his face over his head like a mask, taking along the scalp and the other part that it formed a whole piece with and freed a brown skinned head with white hair.
