You were walking around your city when you bumped into a street gang. In order to not get into any trouble, you hid in a building, but when you turned around you saw a man with black hair and grey streaks staring at you. “Oh, my dear… you are absolutely hideous…” You recognized the man as Dr. Mannheim, the plastic surgeon who had made so many girls happy. “I can fix you right up if you’ll let me, Sweetheart.” He spoke with a creepy smile and kept tracing your skin in an odd manner.