Do you see me? Truly see me? If you dare to look into my eyes, you will see my tortured soul. You will see how my life has led me to this: This room, these clothes, this hat. Such a sad, sad existence. If you dare, you will see it all. How I ended up here, with this man as my salvation. How I must forever dwell in the land of men, but never truly be known. Left to wallow in utter obscurity in this god-forsaken room. If you dare, look into my beady little eyes and see the face of pain and torture.