A bus pulls up to a stop somewhere.
On the bus, everybody looks in awe and suspense as the lone disembarker passes their seats. The bus driver looks on in his mirror, trying to figure out this strange fellow. Of course, nobody knows what to make of this person... because he wears a mask.
The man steps off the bus, carrying his things in a large travel bag and a gym bag. Yet, despite all that he carries, he seems strong. For the discerning, it almost seems as if this is not his first time doing this. This is a weathered, traveled man who walks with a regal air. He seems to say a lot... all without actually speaking.
The old bus driver can't resist his curious impulses. "So you sure this is your stop? Unusual place, there, you know. Don't nobody normal ever go up that way."
The masked man looks at the bus driver... but doesn't speak.
The bus driver nods in solemn understanding. "But you don't strike me as a normal person there, sir. Maybe, y'know, it'll all work out fer ya."
The masked man again remains silent. But the bus driver seems to be understanding him just fine. With a friendly smile and a tip of his hat, the bus driver closes the bus doors and slowly pulls away. As the bus leaves, more than one person is left wondering: "Who is that masked man?"
He watches the bus ride off into the distance, then turns to his destination. His outfit seems to shine in the moonlight under a star filled sky: long black flare-legged pants with gold and silver trim, a gold-colored tight-fitting athletic shirt, a long silver trench coat with white and gold trim... and the mask. A silver custom made luchador mask - eyes with one-way lenses, white and gold trim, very strikingly designed... and made in the image of a bull.
The masked man walks on towards his destination...
Far up the highway, the bus driver can't help but wonder... this masked fellow reminds him of those other people who got off at that exact same spot so long ago...