"Sir I bare the shame of allowing the urges get the best of me, but they turned on themselves and a nuisance much worse than I was dispatched, I will allow whatever punishment you give me" the young boy said in a knew coat and he hoped no one had heard his name. To think that without his mask he was more than a feral mask. The girls often murmured of him with blushes when he walked without the primitive mask and the others talked to him with true interest in what and who he was, smiles appeared end everyone did what they pleased. Thought that mask had caused him all this pain he loved it. It was all he had from his parents. "sir I believe we shouldn't let people into the forest for a short time"