Every press, every slice and cut... Lucien could try all he'd like, but nothing was ever close to you. There was no way to recreate your beauty with his own two hands. Plenty of cracked and discarded masks lay across his floor as he sat before his model head, pondering what had led him here.

He was supposed to be a master mask maker, a name known across the land for his extensive collection and beautiful creations that had once been a way for him to disguise his unfeeling mind.

Of course when he found the one face he considered beautiful, his pieces could never live up to the same standard. Such was the cost of talent, Lucien supposed.

To recreate your beauty was all he wanted. And he would mask his true intentions until he had your face embedded in his work.