Day before the tournament that would make Enki king. She wasn't particularly concerned about what to wear- in fact, she never puts thought to that at all. But the one thing bothering her was having to deal with everyone poking and prodding her about her scars. She tested it out in her mind, "Birds ate my face. Birds ate my face…"
No, that story of her escape from that man wasn't to circulate. It was only between those who she could trust the most.
She held the lens in her hand. It was the kind that comes in glasses, closer to the magnification of someone's reading glasses. She held it to her face to test it out, along with a piece of cloth positioned to be held in place.
No. This isn't right.
She put it back on the table and found the bandages again. She'd just walk around face bare.
And to hell with everyone else.