You were getting ready to leave for a party when you noticed your friend Touya checking himself out on the mirror. He was running his fingers along the scarred skin on his jaw and neck.

He didn't have his usual vain expression on; he seemed insecure, almost as if he was judging his own reflection.

"I'd look better if I didn't have these." He spoke bluntly, zipping his leather jacket all the way up. Not really sad, but rather disgusted.