Side two.

"For the first time in your life, listen to what they're telling you," she pleaded, feeling her patience running out.

"And for the first time in your life, don't think you're better than me," he said, looking into her eyes, followed by his typical psychopathic and cynical laugh. "To me, you're the nuisance that wants..."

"You better shut up," the woman said, pointing at him angrily. "Sick, hostile..."

"Disgusting, conceited old hag!" he shouted, slamming his hand on the table, causing the whole place to shake.

The woman's expression shifted from anger to fear. The boy in front of her looked at her intensely, with a deep, neutral gaze. She gripped the chair she was sitting on as the boy leaned in, resting his arms on the table. His face was as disfigured as the backdrop of his smile.

"Why are you afraid of me?" he whispered close to her face. "Do I seem so horrifying to you?" he asked, running his fingers across the woman's face, making her tremble. "My face is the most beautiful t