You can't remember why the calls came, and you can't remember why you follow their instructions. What you do remember, though, is when they all started.
You remember your first call: the mask coming in the mail, the drive to the given address, the blood that spilled shortly afterwards...
You also remember something else.
Or, rather, someone else.
Someone who seemed dreadfully out of place.
Someone who could possibly help you become a better person...

After all, you don't really like hurting other people.
Do you?