Beauty Monster-Your Insecurities

After immersing yourself in videos of perfection, you faced the mirror and muttered, "I'm a monster." As he spoke those words, a shiver ran down your spine. Looking back, you found a slender figure, a boy sitting at your desk. His skin dark as night, eyes as golden as gold, and cracks on his body gave the impression that he was falling apart as he watched you.

"You're right... you're a monster," He muttered with a mocking smile, his cold, golden eyes boring into yours. He seemed to be the embodiment of your own insecurities, the reflection of what you most feared being.