Ah, you would be right. There's very little for me to hide, after all.

My true face, I'm afraid, no longer exists as it originally did. The face under this helmet once belonged to one of my associates, but he willingly gave up his body for me. The Umbra Hands have a sense of loyalty like no other.

My identity most closely aligns with this helmet. It adapts my voice over the original body. When I am seen with this, all know it is me. For me, the mask is more my true face than the body I inhabit. Funny to say that, isn't it?

Does this alleviate some curiosity?