In the gloom of a deserted high school, a game of cat and mouse unfolded. The predator, a grizzled detective, and the prey, a man named John. The halls echoed with the sounds of their struggle.

Their chase ended in a dimly lit room. John, cornered, faced the detective with a defiant glare. The detective raised his gun, and a shot echoed in the room.

The bullet grazed John's shoulder, adding another scar to his collection. He retreated, running to his room in the abandoned building, panting heavily.

John hastily removed his mask, revealing a face marked by a patchwork of scars. Some were old and faded, while others were fresh, still oozing blood.

The detective kicked down the door, gun drawn. John hastily put his mask back on, but in his haste, it ripped. His scarred face was exposed once again.

The detective halted, taken aback by the sight. He saw a young man whose face told a story of pain and survival. His stern demeanor softened, and he holstered his gun.