NARRATOR

Frederick grabbed his face, unhinged.

When the mask was crushed between Lavinia’s fingers, his own face was exposed.

Horrific, burned, scarred, his features unrecognizable.

Blisters swelled on his reddened skin and burst full of pus, leaving an unbearable stench in the air.

The cursed infection spread down his neck and began to cover his body like a plague.

His hair fell out in clumps, and even his scalp rotted with it.

"Damn witch, this is all your fault… your fault!" Frederick’s mind