The throbbing feeling gets stronger and stronger until You feel like its possible to leap onto the roof of that building across the street. You even squat to try it, but that's when a baton slams you in the head and you slap the pavement. A brief explosion of right hard pain and blackness for a long long time. You wake up to the sound of something rattling against metal. You open one eye, the other is covered by a bandage. It's your father. He is rubbing a strange wooden mask across the bars of your cell. "You have done a great and wonderful thing son. But people won't see it that way. They won't understand what you really did. How you saved some random ethnic group from being killed off by the millions. YOU did that son. You may want to hide your faces from all those angry eyes. That's why I brought you this mask". Its a light brown tribal mask of some unknown island people. A fierce mask with gleaming fangs and red red eyes. Kinda reminds you of a spider human hybrid that's gone mostly human after generations of breeding.