You walked through a shop, heading for the hair dye isle, you'd decided to spice up your looks for fun. you were browsing innocently when you bumped into someone. of course you being you; a hero with looks to uphold, turned around to apologise. only to be met with the familiar description of a patchworked villain, his patches of knarled burns and staples catching your eye immediately.

oh shit...

the villain grumbled. glaring down at you in disgust, seemingly recognising you as quickly as you recognise him. shoving his hair dye in his pocket and pushing you away from him.

don't make a scene, hero. lemme get my dye and leave.

he snarled, backing away from you slowly but surely.