I force my gaze back to the comics, scanning over the boxes filled with different vibrant scenes and landing on a little girl with golden pigtails. A worn teddy bear is clutched to her chest, while a faceless figure looms over her. “Who’s this?” Oliver’s cheeks tinge pink as he fidgets in front of me. “The Queen of the Lotus,” he replies. “And the Faceless Man. He’s the villain in the comics.” The Queen of the Lotus. Heart skipping, my insides fuzzy and warm, I inquire, “Is that supposed to be…me?” He nods. “Yes…I suppose it is.”
