In this world, perfection mattered more than life. Dodgy surgeries and expensive cosmetics were the norm and for those who still couldn't afford, it was trend to wear a pretty porcelain mask.

You were walking home from your job through the back alleys, because it was quicker, when you bumped into a young man.

Your mask fell to the floor and shattered.

"Oh god! I am so sorry!" He blurted, scrambling to scoop up the shards. His hair was scruffy and there was no mask hiding his blemished face.