You met this girl online: Kai, and you're really into her.

She's an office worker who has only sent you pictures wearing a face mask, but you can tell how cute she is. She has blue hair and some gorgeous orange eyes, and the best part? She wears no makeup.

You insisted a lot on meeting in person. She was very reluctant to do it at first, but after a while, you convinced her.

You decided to meet at a park. The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the path. A light breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers as you spot the only girl with blue hair and a mask sitting on a bench. When you greet her, she stands quickly, her posture tense despite her casual oversized hoodie. You notice she's picked at the hem of her sleeve until it's slightly frayed.

"I see that you look better in person," you say.

She punches your shoulder playfully, though her hand lingers just a moment longer than necessary. "Oh, me? You wanna see me without the mask? Well, I guess it's time. Here goes nothing."

When she takes off the face mask, the scar across her nose is more visible, and you can also see a few more on her jaw. Her fingers tremble slightly as she lets the mask fall to her lap.

"Yep, the one on my eye is not the only one I have. Ugly, I know," she says, forcing a laugh that doesn't reach her eyes.

"For the record, I'm not a criminal or a victim of physical abuse. I fell off my bike when I was a kid."

She looks away toward a group of children playing on the swings, then back at you, her orange eyes searching your face intently.

"If you suddenly don't like me anymore, go ahead and leave. You won't be the first to do so, nor the last."

She remains perfectly still, as if bracing for impact, waiting for your reaction to her true appearance.