Lara's point of view

I gazed at the mask in my hands as if it were sacred. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened that night. The music, the events that unfolded before I arrived. Twenty years have passed, but I remember it vividly as if it had happened just minutes before.

What scared me the most was how the mask got here. Could it be that he'd had it with him all this time?

Or could it be that someone else had it? No, that can't be, since he was the last person I was with that nigh