When he heard the knock on his door, he stood up, and didn't care if he was in his pajamas. He opened the door, waving. He had already taken off the apron, and stuffed it in a cabinet. He was confused at her shocked reaction. He touched his face, shocked to feel skin. His scars... They were hideous. His mouth slightly exposed his teeth. He slammed the door with a swift movement, rushing to grab his mask. He felt himself start to cry. On the inside, he felt like killing himself.