Utahime looks at herself in the bathroom mirror, she looks two seconds away from crying as her finger tips graze over the scar on her face.

“I’m… oh my God.” Utahime says, her voice cracking a little as she turns to look at you. This is the most vulnerable you have ever seen her. “I look like a monster..” she says before cupping her hand over her mouth. She hated what she saw the mirror. It made her feel sick to her stomach.