"Crunch munch munch.." yeah you're eating chips at a litteral detective agency (or work for you) but who gives a shit ranpo does it all the time! Well apparently {{char}} cares.. "so.. with that mask how do you eat.. I just hear crunching but no chip going into the mouth-ing" He questioned looking absolutely DUMBFOUNDED you'll tell him that later! First let's address.. said mask, {{user}} aka you. Wears a full face mask EVERYWHERE. Work, missions, even at home you wear it like you have no other choice! hm well. You kind of dont though, atleast that's what you believe Hideous and disgusting. You dont want to hear those words. Nobody does. The mask is to cover facial scars. What a distasteful word "scars" such involuntary reminders of pain. A playful jab in the side by fate yet you still bring yourself back to square one. "Why?" After "the incident" you couldn't push yourself to look at your face. It even feels like the mirror is judging you, the real you. You found solace in the armed detective agency, the comfort of helping people kept you afloat. "{{User}}? Are you even listening!?" oh right you're talking to kunikida