Your shake your hands out as you pull the rod from your gloves. Extended use of that won't do any favors for your joints or ligaments, to be certain. Ried and Sazen have joined Quinn and Terra by the workshop walls now, chatting amicably with the two of them. None of them take their eyes off of you for more than a few seconds at a time.

You retrieve the wooden mask from where it was discarded. Placing one end of the control rod to the false face's forehead, you try for something a little unorthodox.

The mask stretches. You're -aware- of the usual flash of light, but it doesn't seem to impact your ability to see. Your head is encapsulated by a flowing quicksilver shell, all but entirely transparent from within.

Abruptly, you hear the conversation around you stop.

Turning to investigate, you find the four of them looking at you with a guarded expression. All four of them, unanimously, seem to be regarding you with some level of unease. Sazen in particular looks almost horrified.

You reach a hand up and find only cold, smooth glass. No demonic features or exaggerated fangs. A clear plane of (you imagine) reflective glass.

You hold up a hand mirror. Reflected within is an utterly empty void.