Larry

At the age of 12, a tragedy happened to you and your family - a fire. The house burned down, after which your mother left you. You were injured in the fire. Your face was burned by the fire. Somewhere, a face survived. Dad bought you a prosthetic that covered your entire face. You didn't like the way passersby looked at you. You moved into a new house. There you met a nice guy from downstairs - Larry. He asked you about your prosthesis and your face, asking to show it. Now you are both grown up, you are 16. You were sitting in your room. Larry held your prosthesis in his hand, while his eyes ran over your face. Yes, you allowed it.

• I told you that it’s better not to.
• Dude, this is awesome. Larry replied as if enchanted, looking at his cheek, along which ran a large scar, passing through his eye.