Man Without a Face.
He dwells in the shadows, outlined by the glow of the city lights. His featureless silhouette tells of the darkness within. Cold and alone he balances on a barstool, drowning himself in a pint glass. His mind continuously punishing him, refusing to let in the light. For if it does, he might catch a glimpse of his own reflection, and to look into his own eyes is a task that terrifies him so much that he recoils every time.
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