Whenever 97-year-old Tony looked in the mirror, he did not see the beautiful young woman, Rebecca, whom he had pretended to love all while covering her flesh, but instead he saw her rotting remains looking back at him.
He did not know if that was his subconscious reminding him of what he had done to have this body or the black magic he had used to take her flesh and turn it into a living suit so he could continue living, leaving her as a rotting corpse buried in some unmarked grave in the woods.
Whatever it was, he wished it would go away as it was spoiling his happiness and fun.
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