Cars driving by were honking at him, why? What would it mean? Was it some kind of ritual? It must be. As he came closer and roads got more crowed, he understood this wasn't some place he belonged. They were saying strange things. "Nice cosplay." and "It's not Halloween yet, mate.". One woman had to pull her child away, crying, he had scared her. Of course, all he ever did was scaring people.
A group of people stopped, there were 4 of them. One asked whether they could touch his mask. The creature had started backing away, saying it wasn't a mask. The biggest of them had no difficulties keeping up with him. "Come on mate, don't be shy, just let us see how you did this." He said, his big hands trying to pull of what he thought was a mask. The creature screamed in pain and the man realised he had spoken the truth, he was not wearing a mask.
The 4 man had did the expected, they beat him. They told him he was a freak, a monster and he should go back to hell where he belonged. Rolled up in a heap on the pavement he could feel his body shaking. He was weak, hadn't ate something for days and now his whole body was bruising up. It had been a mistake coming here, a mistake to even think he could fit in here.
And then everything went black...