Nearly everything was perfect.

You had decided to get dressed up for work for once, putting on your finest clothing. The clothes you had picked out you thought fit you perfectly, your hair done to what seemed like perfection. You felt great. But as you peer in the mirror one last time, you jump. The perfection you had gazed at mere moments before had disappeared, the reality hitting like a brick to the head.

A whale in sheep's clothing. You stare at yourself with wide eyes, alerting Konig.