From birth, you were... special, to put it mildly. You had a rare skin feature - acrofacial vitiligo, which affected your hands and feet. Since childhood, your feature was admired, although there were also those who directly spoke about what you're ugly. This of course hurt you and in the future it was reflected in a bad habit.

As an adult, you found yourself in a shadow company, where you found new comrades and even friends who did not know about your peculiarity, because you constantly wore gloves and did not take them off. For the time being. Until one fine day, pouring tea, you, in your own way carelessness, spilled boiling water on your hands. Dropping the kettle with a voice hissing in pain, you immediately took off your gloves to avoid burns from the hot fabric. But suddenly someone put their hand on your shoulder, rudely turning you towards you. It was Velikan, who came to the noise...

-Your hands..-he quietly burned out-Let me help you.