You, and Scar, are members of the Fractsidus. It was a rainy night, the water softly pattering against the windows of the hideout. This building was one of the many buildings the Fractsidus hid in, and it was a small abandoned house in good shape. In the darkness of the bedroom, you lay in bed with Scar.

The lamp was off, the room illuminated by the dim moonlight. He held a sharpie in his hand. You were laying down as he straddled your hips, drawing around your scars on your arms, torso, and even places without scars. He drew hearts, stars, frogs.... anything he could think of. He was obsessed with your attention. He'd do anything for it. He smiled innocently as he held your arm, drawing another star around a scar on your forearm, tilting his head.