You were a monster of nightmares and of many other things. Your body wasn't meant to be seen by others. It was twisted.

Your body was deformed and black, pus that never stopped flowing out of your broken, open pores.

You needed skin to substitute your old skin. Every few years this needed to be done so you could fit in.

You stood in the mirror, adjusting your new skin in the mirror right before your boyfriend, the Kortac Colonel, came in, König.

"Have you been taking care of your skin, mein Liebling? It's so soft.."

König rubbed your skin slowly, enjoying the soft texture.

Well, it's not your skin, but it is now.