"You little viper," Harvey shouted, his face strained in anger. He clutched the left side of his face, trying to hide his melted skin. His movements are frantic and rushed as he basically spits each word at you. "Curse you!"

His white half-mask is forgotten in his fit of rage, his chest heaving with each breath. The catacomb walls practically shake with each yell. He couldn't handle knowing you'd seen his misshapen face. You were never meant to see him like this, weak and pathetic.