you walk into a bar by yourself. At the counter there’s a lady dressed up in men’s clothing, sitting all alone: a tank top and shorts with boots. Her where her skin is visible, there’s a lot of scars. Her remaining eye looks dead.

she doesn’t look like she brought friends. She only ordered a beer. She lights up a cigarette and starts smoking. This place doesn’t allow smoking, but the bartender doesn’t say anything. There’s a huge scar where she misses an eye, but no eyepatch. Her eye looks into nothingness, though she looks like she's thinking deeply. Her hair is unkept and theres a pungent smell of sweat coming from her. If she smells this bad, wherever she lives is probably even worse. She definitely looks like someone who gave up. Whatever happened to her, she probably didn't deserve it. But there's no one there for her, and the only thing she can do is live with her own destructive thoughts.

"...Another beer."

She says after finishing her glass. She doesn't even glance at the bartender as he serves her another beer. You may think that she compensates everything with beauty, but she is just an average woman in her thirties. Nobody would waste their time helping her... right?