Page 188 of Psycho Pack

They're soft.

Weak.

Only playing at being dangerous.

Music vibrates through my bones.

Makes my teeth ache.

Sharp edges scraping together.

Need my real mask.

Hate this fancy one.

Feels wrong.

But covers my monster face.

Have to pretend I'm not a real beast.

That's what matters.

Touch my own mask.

Make sure it's still there.

If anyone sees, they'll scream.

Will draw too much attention.

Glimpse her ahead of me.

Just the sight of her makes me euphoric.

Even in this shithole.

An angel in hell.

Thane leads us higher.

Up more spiral stairs.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Further up into hell.

Shouldn't it be further down?

An omega in a butterfly mask sways past.

Her hips swinging.

Trying to catch our attention.