Don't Look at Me

Haven: A diligent hand carved this hole in my face. It stole my confidence, my identity, and ended my short-lived career as a broadcast journalist. I am now unemployed. Alone. Ugly. And expected to get over it and move on. Go on living life as usual—as if the world doesn’t judge the grotesquely unattractive. Quest: It’s been three years since I was kicked out of the Army for nearly killing the opposition’s militia commander with my bare hands. I am now unemployed. Alone. Angry. And expected...