He stood in front of the mirror, his reflection unrecognizable. Silence permeated through the echoey bathroom until it became white noise. The space so dark, his vision became blurry, for the only thing his eyes were focused on was his face. Such a... disgusting waste of a pretty face...

That wasn't Jin, the sweet boy who was protected, who was promised a better life... That was... a caricature... who grew to be distorted, desolate, cold, alone...

...

Time to pull out the needle!

It stung. He took the necessary cleaning precautions; well, by self-piercing standards... the rubbing alcohol didn't help in numbing the pain at all. The needle was fully through the delicate skin of his bottom lip; perhaps he went a little too deep into it~ No matter, it would all be temporary, and his fierceness would be permanent.~

Despite how it hurt, he felt strangely... comforted by the pain. It was the only feeling he was used to.

He ripped the needle out, letting out a pained whine, he was ready to insert the little silver hoop...

Until you barged onto the scene.