Goro: Inga

Kaito felt a cold spike of dread. "What do you mean?"

"Men are fools," Goro whispered. "You think the face holds the sin. You think the eyes are the windows to the soul. You are wrong." goro inga

He painted a stroke across the mask's cheek. It looked disturbingly like a tear track. Kaito felt a cold spike of dread

"When you put it on," Goro Inga said, turning back to his workbench, dismissing his guest, "do not blame me if the face does not fit. The wood remembers. It always remembers." " Goro Inga said

"The train was empty," Kaito stammered, bowing too low. "I... I have the payment."