I turn on the water with a flick of my hand. I look around the bathroom. Mabe... you've out done yourself. The bathroom glistened with rubies and emeralds lining the walls in plant shapes. I'm surprised to see that Mabe's inn has such good pluming. Mabe, you never cease to amaze me. The water comes out like a small waterfall. 

I pull my shirt up. I throw it on the small bed of my room. I look at myself in the mirror. Everyone knows Robbin Goodfellow is a handsome fey, but they don't know the scars to make me. I run my hand over it. Slicing my stomach, cutting me from her ties with her claw. My first ever scar, and it came when I was born.

Lots of things I regret that came with my birth and uprising into the world to bring chaos and doom. Chaos was my art back in the old days. I remember pranking anyone and everything that would cross with Robin Goodfellow. I hear this hiss of the water breaking my thoughts. 

I open the shower door, and I enter the shower. I feel the warm water grace my arms. I feel it wet my hair dropping the curls. I run the water over my arms and the scars. I have had many. Robin Goodfellow has had many fights. I've fought many. I remember the screams that I have waisted away. It seems like I have been the world's monster for a long time. I grab the soap, and I watch it slip through my hands. I let out a breath.