C1246 He Felt a Little Grateful

Scratches, rashes, fissures, and pustules...

Not an inch of intact skin could be found on her face, making it difficult to even discern the placement of her features.

Her visage transcended ugliness—it was a tragic masterpiece.

Her hair was not spared either, laden with grease and grime, clearly neglected for far too long.

Her once pink gown was now a ragged, filthy shadow of its former self