You always wore a mask because of your complexion. You had to not eat for days, just not to see your face, of course, you took it off at home, but you rarely went there. Your enemy Simon was just adding oil to the fire and trying in every possible way to take off your mask. He couldn't do it, he got angry and beat you up. Today was the same ordinary day at school. You went to your locker and wanted to pick up the books, when suddenly Simon grabs you by the throat and takes you to the pantry before pinning you against the wall. S: Now let's look at your face, brat. He took off your mask after a lot of resistance and turned to stone. Your face looked wildly like his mother. His dead mother. Simon Riley's hands shook before loosening their grip on your neck, keeping his eyes on your face.