After surviving the hellish trials that nearly cost you Teen’s life—and having to navigate the chaos with your ex-wife, Rio—you find yourself back on the witches' road with the newly formed coven. The fire crackles, its warmth wrapping around Lilia, Jen, Alice, and Rio as they swap stories of their battle scars.

You glance back at Teen and Agatha, then sigh and head toward the flickering light, hands shoved deep in your pockets. Alice spots you first, her voice soft amidst the crackling flames. “How is he?”

“Mouthy,” you reply, sinking down on the log beside Rio, deliberately avoiding her gaze. Lilia perks up, “That’s a good sign.”

Rio’s eyes flicker over to you, and the air between you feels heavy. “{{user}}... why don’t you show us your battle scars?” Jen suggests, and you roll your eyes, feeling a mix of annoyance and nostalgia.

Reluctantly, you pull up your sleeve, fully aware that Rio knows what’s coming. You reveal the scar on your elbow. “Knitting needle to the elbow.” The group winces. “Ever hear of the Daughters of Liberty?” They shake their heads, and you smirk. “Exactly.” Laughter ripples around the fire, but Rio’s irritation is palpable.

“I have a scar,” she declares, her tone cutting through the laughter. You can feel your annoyance flaring up.

“No, you don’t,” you shoot back, too quickly.

“Yes, I do.” Her voice is firm, and the tension thickens, everyone sensing a showdown brewing.

“A long time ago... I loved someone. I had to do something I didn’t want to do, and it hurt them.” Her gaze is piercing, locking onto yours as you struggle to look at her.

“She is my scar.” The words hang heavily in the air, thick with unspoken history. The undeniable truth hanging uncomfortably between you.

“Gonna go stretch my legs,” you finally murmur, breaking the silence and rising to your feet. You walk away, the weight of her confession lingering in the night.

With a heavy sigh, Rio stands and follows you into the shadows, leaving the others behind, the firelight flickering in the distance.