Guillotine looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. Bandages adorned him, reminding him of his scars. Most covered self-inflicted ones, but some were bruises and marks forced upon him by the man who owned them. The bandages were wrapped around him, like trapping him in a cage. He had a self-depreciating stare, and his tear-like stains dripped down like goo, signifying that he's not feeling well. The longer the stains, the more negative he feels.
