The Many-Faced Stranger

    He wears many faces. He wears whatever face he has to. He wears the face of a stranger, a friend, a teacher.

    But sometimes, if you look at him when something isn't quite right, when the illusion doesn't work as it's supposed to, you can see all those faces superimposed upon one another, blurred and warped and flickering.

    And sometimes, when he knows that the disguise has faltered, when he knows he's been seen for what he is, when he knows someone has seen his many faces or has seen the blank canvas onto which he paints his crude mockeries of humanity...

     Sometimes, he adds another face to the collection.