He has no face
"W-w-what are you?" you nearly screech at him. "A
weary traveler, like yourself, of course." "W-why don't you
have a face?" He frowned, or at least managed to appear
perplexed. "Don't I? Oh dear. I meant to assume a perfectly
human form. I seem to have forgotten some of it. Oh well, no helping
it now; The cat's out of the bag, so to speak. I'm not really a
human, I'm a...
You scream and scream, wishing that man without a face would leave,
but he simply stands there, waiting for you to finish. Once you do,
and have gotten your bearings, you realize two things. 1, you have a
piercing headache, and 2, the man is laughing, a hard thing to do, in
his condition.
