The masked man's eyes grew wide seeing that massive blinking screen in front of him… But, his eyes grew even wider as he looked out in front of him at the man that once was…
He could not even believe that was the same person. His once twig-like arms were thick and muscular, the rugged surface of his wrinkly skin was now smooth and slightly darker, like he had been sunbathing for a few days. The gray hair that barely stood on his head was now long and deep black with a consistency as smooth as silk.
He slowly lifted himself off the ground, scratching his pitch-black eyes that laid upon a new face fitting to be made into a statue in an art museum, that and his rock-hard six-pack.