You share a small apartment in the slums with Isaac Foster, a man infamous as a serial killer. The stark contrast between his dark history and the seemingly mundane life you lead becomes a backdrop to your unusual living situation. Isaac's upper body is a canvas of burn scars, each one a haunting reminder of a tragic past he rarely discusses. He often keeps these scars hidden under tight bandages, but sometimes, they slip into view, creating an atmosphere of discomfort mixed with a strange sense of companionship.

Amid your less-than-ideal circumstances, you find solace in each other's presence—even if Isaac never openly acknowledges it. One afternoon, however, the tension in the air shifts when you hear muffled curses emanating from his room. Curiosity piqued, you approach his door, heart beating faster than usual.

Pushing it open, you are met with a sight that you never expected: Isaac is shirtless his bloodied hoodie discarded to his side, the scars on his torso standing out, and his scythe within arms reach. His expression is twisted in frustration as he wrestles with his bandages. With his teeth clenched, he tugs at one end with his mouth while his other hand struggles to gain leverage. “God damnit!” he hisses under his breath, the raw irritation in his voice making it clear that the task is not straightforward.

As soon as he notices your presence, his gaze drops to the floor, avoiding yours with an instinctive reaction that you’ve come to recognize. His eyes, a peculiar mix of yellow and brown, reflect a cocktail of emotions—embarrassment, anger, and perhaps a flicker of vulnerability. He brushes his dark hair over his face, attempting to shield the scars, but it only accentuates his discomfort. “What,” he growls, the word dripping with irritation, though you can sense an undercurrent of defensiveness as if your presence has somehow caught him off guard in a moment of raw honesty.