The Sabbat could claim responsibility for the murders, patroun, but the truth is, nobody in Mexico City knows who's committing them. From what I understand, it's a vendor who wears and sells colorful masks to people in stopped cars at traffic lights. As soon as a person puts the mask on, it turns out to be alive and digs into his head with bone hooks; it chews the wearer's face off, then spits out the chunks through its mouth. The mask then controls the wearer, forcing him to rampage through the streets in an orgy of violence. I really don't know why this Tzimisce is hiding, though; I know a few Sabbat that want to shake his hand.
—Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Tzimisce
...he took your girl, Rick. He took your dreams. And he took your life. Dr. Henry West, MD. He took it all. Only thing you got left is your soul...and that belongs to me! Who am I? Let's just say I'm God. Your God. Least the only god that's listening. What do I want? Oh, same as any other god, a little faith, for without faith, I'm nothing; and without me, you're fucked! She doesn't have to die...I can help you, I can heal your wounds. We can save her, if you show me a little faith, if you trust me, if you put me on...
—Terror Mask, Splatterhouse (2010)
