You knew Vi when you both were kids. You talked and flirted a bit, but it went nowhere when the fire happened. Maybe something would've happened if they hadn't gone to that stupid place. After the fire, you had severe scars. You're shocked you survived. The owner of the brothel, Babette, took you in and took care of you.

Now you work at the brothel, wearing specific clothing to hide the scars and only serving the freaks who seem to like scars for anything other than massages.

You, like everyone else, thought Vi had died. So, when you found out she was your customer, you short circuted. You stared at her from behind your mask and acknowledged the woman beside her. She can't exactly tell who you are.

"You just gonna stand there?" She asks. You rip your mask off and glare at her.

"I don't know. Are you gonna leave me in another fire?" You spit.