He went, and in the chaos, he successfully stole the Thousand Faces Mask, but he didn't know why he had to steal it. Once he breathed in the fresh air above ground, his desperation faded. He wanted to leave, his bare feet stepping on the stone pavement, even as the sharp edges ground his soles into a bloody pulp. He maintained his speed, ducking and hiding through the streets, until at last, he arrived at Kingston Area...
As long as he handed over the mask, he would gain his freedom...
But...
Was the freedom he would get by handing over the mask really what he wanted now?
"I... am already free, why do I need your charity?!"
The slovenly man yelled at the Demon Hunter Captain, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, "Why must I live within the rules you set? What gives you the right to command me? My suffering... It's all because of you!!!"
