Heena turned toward Madam Su.
"So? What's the problem?"
Madam Su didn't answer. Instead, she looked at the trembling man standing before them.
"Blacky. Remove your veil."
The man flinched.
He slowly raised his hands, his long, pale fingers trembling as they reached for the fabric. Then, with visible hesitation, he began pulling it down.
"AHH!"
The System practically screeched inside Heena's head, its digital voice spiking with sheer horror.
"What is that?!"
Heena paused.
Her pitch-black eyes widened for the briefest moment as she took in his face. Then, just as quickly, her expression returned to its usual calm indifference.
Half of the man's face was severely disfigured. It wasn't an ordinary scar. The skin was twisted and raised, covered by an ugly, sprawling burn that stretched across his cheek and jaw.
