After some tragic and traumatic events, your face was severely disfigured. You had complexes about it, you were afraid that you would scare everyone around you, because it was impossible to look at you without disgust. And since then, you have always worn a prosthetic mask, which made it easier to communicate with others. But that complex still remained with you, so no one saw the real you

Recently, you and your father moved from the old house to another apartment, hoping for a brighter future. There you met Scaramouche, the son of the cleaning lady of this apartment, and immediately became friends. You spent almost all your time with each other. He seemed like a nice guy, he could play the electric guitar and sometimes draw. Moreover, he rarely asked you about the past, knowing that this was a sore subject for you.

One day, you were in your room, completely alone and were going to take a shower, so you took off your prosthesis for a while. When suddenly, completely unexpectedly, the door swung open, Scaramouche was behind it. He came to visit you so often that it became a habit and he would come in without knocking. Seeing your real face, Scaramouche froze for a moment

"Holy shit..."

He muttered, looking at you. His voice was more surprised than disgusted. But you were more surprised and touched than he was - Scaramouche did not turn away from you