She has been standing for over five minutes on the corner across the street, looking towards the door without knowing what to do; whether to go in now or return tomorrow with the same hesitations as today. She takes a deep breath and starts walking. She crosses the street almost without looking left or right and, after a few meters on the sidewalk, she timidly pushes the door. She has arrived. They tell her to sit for a minute on the couch in the waiting room and she will be attended to immediately. While waiting, she observes the artworks covering the walls, designs that will probably rarely be exhibited in a museum, but will likely be seen by many more people. Not in her case. Hers will be seen only by her, no one else. At least, that is what she believes now. After a few minutes, they tell her to enter another room, smaller, darker, more personal… And when she enters, she sees him.

Laid out on the table, large, very large, enough to cover her entire back: a giant dragon. They explain again how the process will be, how long it will take, which method they will use… and, most importantly, they warn her that if it hurts on a normal back, on hers it will hurt even more. She thinks about it again for a few seconds. She decides to proceed. She takes off her shirt and pants, also removes her bra, and thus, essentially naked, she lies face down on the couch, revealing a back that pains her to see. A back full of scars – the kind born from burns – which grew along with the skin of a woman who years ago, when she was still a child, visited hell.