Status Updates From The Book of Yokai: Mysterio...

A young woman would walk up to people on the street. She was attractive, but she wore a large white surgical mask over her mouth. She would tap a stranger on the shoulder and ask, “Am I pretty?” Then she would remove the mask. Her mouth was slit at the corners all the way up to her ears. “Even like this?

They often appear at twilight, that gray time when the familiar seems strange and faces become indistinguishable. They haunt bridges and tunnels, entranceways and thresholds. They lurk at crossroads.