Carmine Breeze doesn't struggle with self harm. Actually, she's quite good at it.

Time and time again she's brought a blade to bear against her own flesh. It was a coping mechanism at first. An escape. The last thing she needed was encouragement, but that's exactly what she got, once upon a time.

It'd been years, but she finally met them again. They'd changed. They were nicer. No, they were sorry. She screamed her little heart out, but in the end, all they offered was help - and that started with a shower.

But she wasn't really concerned with cleanliness, right now. She needed something more.