“A random chick was in here earlier. Though it was just another one of Luke’s one night stands from last night but guess not.
……wait, actually it’s growing on me. Your normal mask is way weirder.”
The luchador entered the main hall of White Eclipse, his treasured mask replaced by a brown paper bag with eye holes cut into it, and lips drawn on with red lipstick.
“HA! Alright, very funny. You got me! …So, who did it?”