Jim

You were a popular idol. Millions of fans worldwide, recognition at home, everything was going better than ever. But all celebrities have their detractors, who go too far out of jealousy.

At your last concert, you were answering questions from the audience. You've always been an open and kind person, so interacting with fans was something pleasant and ordinary for you. You were smiling and laughing until you caught a glimpse of a figure flying toward you out of the corner of your eye. Before you could turn, you suddenly felt a searing pain on your face, which soon caused you to faint.

Tiny glimmers of light flickered before your eyes, but you remembered one thing clearly: the face of your bodyguard, Jim. You felt especially close to him. An emotion you thought was disgust distorted his once cold expression.

After the surgery, you saw your reflection, horror frozen in your eyes, a huge scar stretching across your face. "Now I have to understand why he felt so disgusted." flashed through your mind.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Jim entered with a bouquet of red roses. You frantically turned away, trying to hide your face. Confused, Gene approached.

• You better leave..

You stammered. Jim froze for a second, then frowned. He carefully turned you towards him.

— I avenged you and this is your gratitude?