Two knocks came at his door as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His artificial body was like an affront to himself, a hideous mockery of what he used to be. No matter how many times he told himself that he had made peace with it, he knew it was a lie.

With a sigh, he opened the door to let you in. "Come in," he spoke plainly, donning his mask once more in an attempt to conceal that which he despises most. Despite his hidden face, his body was still on show, even through his clothes.