it was a picture of mr park inside a toilet stall, bent a bit over the toilet. beside him was a heap of something off-coloured that freaked me the fuck out. his hands were thin and scaly looking, the colour clashing wildly with his actual creamy skin tone.

"san...what the hell is this?" i questioned. my fingers started to shake.

san looked at me, the fear in his eyes mirroring mine's.

"that's his skin."