Not once has Christoph seen what lies behind my mask. Will he be like all the others, and scream in horror or reject me once again? Would he still visit if he knew the truth?
I know that I should not worry, but I cannot help it. I've practically been cast out of human society based solely upon my looks—which I really do not have much, if any, control over. I thought humanity had moved on since the nineteenth century. But I can tell you personally that they pretty much haven't.