[ WP ] They chalked it up to schizophrenia , at first . Whenever she wore a new mask , just like that , she donned a new personality . It was n't until she wore a mask of someone else 's face , a crude photocopy , that they knew it went far deeper than that .

For a 9 year old American girl, especially, her German was impeccable. As was her Latin, Russian, French, Japanese, etc. It was always her body, her voice, but the words, however, the words were never hers. All that changed was the crude, cut-from-paper masks that they tried on her. The guards stationed outside her room were not there to stop her from escaping, but to stop anyone from even approaching her, under threat of death. 
 
 Chen studied the documents thoroughly, and a strange chill ran down his spine as he reviewed the testimonials. Unlimited answers. The moment the mask touched her face, she could embody any person, known, unknown, alive or dead, in complete manner and tone. The implications were astronomical. 
 
 He peered into the window through her dorm door, watching as she lazily colored in her books, legs kicking back and forth in the air. Down the hallway he came, loud, hard-shoed steps echoed to Chen's ears. Maybe he was an'agent', or an'interrogator', but in another time they might have just called him'inquisitor'. With a flash of a badge and a signed document, he marched past the guard detail and came to the door with a briefcase clutched tightly in his hand. 
 
 Chen did n't have to guess what was in the briefcase. Faces. Many, many faces. Bad people. Powerful people. Chen could see her life already, laid out in 8 hour blocks of constant discussion with people she knew nothing about. He was very scared for her. 
 
 The man did n't even acknowledge Chen as he too came to the window to watch her. A moment of silence, before what would be a long storm. 
 
 `` Believe me. I never imagined one day that I'd be doing this.'' He said. 
 
 Chen leaned his back to the door and fished out a pack of M & Ms from his pocket. `` Just take your suitcase of monsters and be done with it.'' 
 
 The agent opened the door, but Chen's hand slapped it shut. 
 
 `` Whatever you do, whatever you ask her, whatever it is you're here to learn, just remember... one day she'll probably be wearing *your* face.'' 
 
 Chen released the door, and the agent stepped inside. Chen pushed it closed, hearing her chime warmly. `` Oh, hi! Are we going to play pretend again?''
