Ever notice how a mask can turn an ordinary crowd into a scene straight out of a nightmare? I love the idea of blending fear into everyday identities.

You're right—just a slight distortion of the face and the line turns into a queue of whispers. Imagine someone ordering a latte, but their grin flickers like a flickering neon sign. The barista sips oblivious, while the darkness behind the door waits to catch the next unsuspecting face.