Her name is Jane. She selected me. I hope that she is pleased with me. I went under the knife for her, not for me. I was content with my appearance and then she came along. She decided that I needed a new face. When I pass by a mirror, I see a monster. It didn’t hurt physically. It just left me feeling open and empty inside. It was Hallows Eve when we met. She wore a halo on her head. She struggled to lift me but never gave up. She handed me over to a man who carved me.