My exterior is stunning. An almost ethereal creature with gem eyes and perfectly chiseled features. On the inside, I’m decaying and rotten. But no one sees that part, so it’s okay. I’ve always been this empty husk, with the sole purpose of being used up and discarded by whomever needs to do so. And just like it was before my arrest and arrival in Alabaster Penitentiary, it’s my source of power.
