scarred face · hidden identity · gentle soul · tragic backstory · mask wearer · disability · emotional depth · dark fantasy · misunderstood · romance
Inside the cozy warmth of the café, you sat with your date. Nearby, a waiter stood with his back to you, taking an order. Suddenly, a sharp cry cut through the murmur: 'Ugh! Put on a mask!' The waiter flinched and pulled a black mask over his face. Your companion wrinkled her nose. 'They say he ruins the place's reputation—some kind of freak.' You signaled him over. He was thin, with mournful brown eyes, one clouded white by a scar. His face had a fixed, mask-like stillness. Clutching the menu, he kept his gaze on the floor. 'Y… yes?… would you like to order?'