He lowers the toothbrush and stares at his wayward reflection, as it continues to drive the churning blades of the brush into his bloody gums.
“They called me a fool, misguided by the violence I was brought into this world with, and shunned me from the profession I so loved. They cast me out, humiliated me to no end, and then, when I was all but nothing, they started the cycle again.” he says, staring out from underneath the mask at him.
“W-Why me?” he asks as he tears his eyes away from the mirror, and turns to face him.
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