off of myself. The man sat crossed legged in a ornate chair with a slight smile dancing on his lips. He dark hair and eyes with a strong jaw that rested just above a black mask he had pulled down around his neck. "Who are you?" I asked quickly feeling a sudden sense of urgency to escape. Something about him felt strange, unnatural, and it scared me. The man stood up straightening his collar and removing the mask. "My name is Raizo, and this is my temple," he said with