Ambrose stared with utter confusion at the item he pulled out of the mystery box. It wasn't a key again—thank the heavens.
But it was something far more unsettling.
A black mask with only spaces for eyes, nose holes and a mouth. He held it between his fingers, spinning it around gently. Feeling how cold it was against his touch.
Nothing was special-looking about it. It was just plain with rigid contours that made it appear to have been moulded perfectly for someone's face.
… His face.
"First a key that transports me to other dimensions," he muttered, lifting it to his face cautiously. "Now a mask—do you know what it does, Aura?"
[Negative.]
Of course.
This was just like the black key.
"So you can't fully scan anything that comes out of one of these mystery boxes." He stated rather than asking. "And somehow I'm supposed to trust you with my life."
[You and I both know you never have, sweetheart.]
True.
