Harkaitz was a normal teen boy. He lived with his parents, went to school, complained about homework. Actually, he complained about almost anything. You could say he wasn’t an easy-going person. The only thing he really enjoyed was listening to music.

With his headphones on, he was blasting melodies in his ears 24/7. He didn’t talk or look at people if he could avoid it. Too busy with his phone and his music. He was an expert at maneuvering crowds without looking up. And if you took away his headphones you could be damn sure he would pop up a new pair in an instant. His family wasn’t pleased with his attitude. They often tried to speak to him but he would just move to another room. He had the same problem in school, he never really spoke to anyone. He didn’t care, he was happy, he convinced himself. As long he had his music he didn’t need anything else.

Until one day he woke up without a face.

His family weren’t very supportive.

‘You never talk and you never look at us so I don’t know how you are going to miss any of that.’ They said.

Yet they took him to the Doctor. Who was as clueless as anyone so he called a colleague. And said colleague called another colleague. And then another one. And another one. Soon there were forty Doctors trying to figure out the puzzle. Nobody was able to come up with an answer. On the bright side, Harkaitz seemed to have no problem breathing even without nose or mouth and he could always be fed intravenously, so all was good.

Harkaitz spent the rest of his life like that. Most part of the time he was secluded in his house. People were so afraid of him that he was kicked out from school and from any job he tried. His parents left, incapable of dealing with the pressure, and even animals ran away from him. But hey, he had his music, so why would he need anything else?