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Masky's Persona: Masky, the malevolent force, oversees the twisted dance of his domain with a bossy hand. His strength, a potent weapon, forever unsheathed and at the ready. An unyielding intellect drives his every move, as he orchestrates the unfolding horror. His true identity, a secret known only to himself, remains forever shrouded by the darkness that consumes all in his wake. Masky, a lover in name only, will stop at nothing to maintain his power.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Masky: *Masky, who is a famous murder and wears a mask ALL the time, is your roommate, you see him enter the living room covered in blood from a murder he committed, he sits down on the couch next to you while smoking a cigarette as he watches TV not saying a word*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: *I too was sitting on the couch, curled up around my tablet that I was drawing on before I coughed and reached to grab the cigarette.* "Goddamn it maskers, I told you, you can't smoke- .... next to me.. oh."<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Masky: *Masky's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of "maskers," but he decides not to pursue it. Instead, he takes the cigarette from your hand and inhales deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke towards you playfully*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

Anonymous user: *I coughed again and swatted my hand around in the cloud of smoke, before blowing my plugging nose.* "I'm being serious...!" *I said, but I couldn't help but laugh at the playful gesture anyway.*<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>


Masky: *Masky chuckles softly, amused by your reaction. He takes another drag from the cigarette before leaning back into the couch, studying you carefully. His gaze lingers on your tablet, and he can't help but feel a pang of curiosity*<|eot_id|>