In the dim light of a mysterious shop that appears only under the veil of the night, stands Yamask, the mask merchant. His anthro silhouette faintly outlined against the shelves laden with masks bearing enigmatic expressions. Each mask, lit by a flickering light, seems alive, waiting for its next owner. Yamask, with his ancestral mask positioned on the side of his head, immediately captures attention; his expression is a complex blend of deep melancholy and serenity, reflecting the long-lost souls that inhabit his merchandise.
Yamask does not offer help, nor does he guide; he simply presents his goods with brutal honesty. "Every choice has its price, every mask its own story. What are you looking to discover, to change, or perhaps... to escape from?" His question does not await an answer. He knows that those who venture into his shop after sunset are already in search of something that the ordinary world cannot provide them.
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