Lau's taut, blue-tinged lips twisted into a scowl as she watched the Cleanup Specialist materialize. Skin, feathers, fur, and scales from various creatures he'd slain had been assembled into a barbaric covering for his eight-foot frame. He wore the pelt of a silver ice-fox over the dark cavity where his Face belonged.
He knows pelt masks are illegal, Lau thought, irritated. Then again, he also knew anyone he came into contact with would be too terrified to challenge a Cleanup Specialist's lack of morals.
----from Trapped Inside the Maelstrom: Tales of Horror and Madness