[color=gray][center][h3]- Cheol Akiyama -[/h3][/center][/color]

It wasn't the alarm clocks that awakened Cheol that first morning. Cheol was quite the heavy sleeper, after all, having slept through thunderstorms in the past.

No. It was not an external force that woke him, but an internal voice. A voice that was screeching, like a frightened bird:

[color=gray][i]'Kid, wake up!'[/i][/color]

Cheol's eyes snapped open. [b][color=gray]"Mmmgh?"[/color][/b] He pushed himself up into a sitting position, rubbing at his eyes as he did so and waiting for the haze in his mind to clear. 

[color=gray][i]'Kid!'[/i][/color] the Mask's voice called to him. [color=gray][i]'Help!'[/i][/color]

[i][b][color=gray]"What the hell do you want now, stupid bird?"[/color][/b][/i] Cheol muttered aloud in Japanese, still half-asleep. He raised his head sleepily, only to see Paul standing near the wardrobe...

... with the mask over his face.

Feeling his heart skip a beat, Cheol practically leaped off the bed, stumbling onto hsi feet as he rushed towards Paul. [b][color=gray]"Hey!"[/color][/b] he shouted. [b][color=gray]"That's mine!"[/color][/b]

He made a grab for the mask, attempting to snatch it off of Paul's face.