As the final police officer left his apartment, handing a copy of the police report over, Max wandered over to where he had dumped his clothes from the night before, hoping to put together a memory of what had occurred last night.
As he rifled through his pockets with his one good hand, he began to feel a damp cloth that certainly hadn't been there the night before. As he pulled the fabric from his pocket, his face became puzzled by the blood stained mask he produced.
His mind raced with thoughts of what may have happened to him last night, but at the back of his mind, he couldn't shake that feeling he had committed some kind of awful atrocity.
Max hastily rifled through the remaining pockets to look for more clues, only finding a single receipt. A receipt for one mask purchased last night on his credit card.
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