As a bit of blood starts to dribble from where the needle pierced, the man whispers to you, "Oh my, did I do that? My dearest apologies."
You take a few steps back, and try to pretend it never happened.
"Say, would you like to hear a story?", the man asks you.
You stare at him, unsure of what to say.
"I'll take that as a yes," he whispers again. You can see his eyes through his mask, which reek of insanity. You decide it would probably be safest to just listen to his story. The man clears his throat.
"Once upon a time, in a far away land known as Syland, there was a city known as Rajez. Rajez was an enormous city, housing thousands of people. Most of those people, however, were brutally murdered. But they aren't important, are they? Of course, they are to SOMEONE, because if they weren't, they are even less important than I thought. But they don't really matter in this story, do they? Because it's not about them!"
You stare at the man, puzzled.
"Oh, I guess I got a little too off topic. I give my sincerest apologies. Anyways, the important person in this story is a Tailor known as Caoren. Caoren lived quite the simple life. He had a wife, two wonderful children, and a stable income. And that's all you really need, right? Well, unless you were, say, attacked by a clan of savages who raided your city, burnt down your shelters, and slaughtered your family and neighbors. Sadly, that's pretty much everything that happened to Caoren. Nobody knew they existed, nevertheless thought they would attack and wipe out more than half of the population. The attack took Rajez by surprise, and it hit hard. While this was happening, Caoren had locked himself in the basement, to focus on his work. Making clothes isn't exactly as easy as it sounds, you know. So when the savages came to his house, he hadn't had a thought in his mind about the violence that wasn't even as far as his own home. An hour after the raid on the southwest corner of the city, wait, I did mention that's where he lived right?"
The man pauses. He realizes you don't care, and continues his story.
"Anyways, an hour after the raid on the southwest area of the city, he emerged from the basement. He came out to find his wife and children lying dead on the ground. Quite unlucky for him."
You find yourself starting to be interested in the story.
"Caoren locked himself in the basement again, with only his leather, his dyes, and plenty of needles. He spent day after day, night after night, creating something for his wife and children to be buried in. Eventually, though, he became to absorbed in designing outfits, and forgot about them completely. As his hair grayed, and his skin wrinkled, he had found the secret to creating the perfect set of clothing. It was said that clothing created by him is magical, that it could prolong life, that it could make a man walk again."
The man smiles.
"Of course, all men must die. It is said that when Caoren was finally discovered, his body was that of a young mans, with no signs of decay. He was also said to have had thousands of needles stuck into his body, each one with a small piece of paper wrapped around it. It was said that his soul became one with a god. Now, you are probably have a few questions. A god? What god? What was on the paper? Of course you have questions, everyone does. The answer right here."
The man extends his left arm to you, and you see the needle stuck in his index finger. You look at the needle, and notice a piece of paper wrapped around it. You look at the masked man, and he nods. You carefully grab the top of the needle, and slowly pull it from his finger. Blood slowly starts to flow from his finger. You look down at the paper.
You look up, but the man is gone.
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