Early Dawn.

Mikhail was sitting at the vanity, staring into the mirror.

"…"

The expression on Mikhail’s face was one of sadness as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror, for what he saw was utterly ugly.

Calloused hands and fierce eyes. Short silver hair and a small stature. Not a single feature appeared attractive to the opposite sex. In fact, it was obvious to him that he looked downright hideous.

Mikhail clenched his teeth as he looked at his protruding chest.

"Hideous."

Others might think differently, but to Mikhail, it appeared grotesque.

Such is the nature of appearances.