I can hear my own pulse pounding against the inside of my eardrums as I magnified my eyesight to make sure that the man I saw sprawled on the ground was, in turn, the masked man. When I noticed his mask fall to his side, I let out a gasp. I can feel my eyelids trembling as I realize how deformed that object had become after it had dropped from his face. His face was hidden from view since he was facing away from me; all I could see was the back of his head and the top of his hair.

When I became enraged, I straightened my posture and...