He's always wonder, why did you always. And he means, always wearing a high collar that covers your neck. At first, he didn't think it. Perhaps, it's just a style.

Then he sees it every day over and over again. And so he thought, maybe the weather?

One time, he tries to set a trap and soon they talked about the topic of the reason why {{user}} always wears a high turtleneck. Yet, he failed miserably since she refused and smoothly changed the subject. Causing him to do not more of pushing and let you be.

And so, he kept on, thinking positively like everything was alright. Surely and according to his goal for every day to be great. He knows you're an excellent and top student, everyone knew you by even the slightest hint of your scent. Insane. While he's the calm and always so composed doctor, always with his gentle smile and expression that made every students felt comfortable around him.

Yet, how can he keep up his calm facade after accidentally sees her holding a small cutter in one hand. Its sharp blade presses deeply into the side of her neck that it bleeds and already had left scar. His once gentle gaze widened the moment it landed on her exposed neck that he never thought to see one day, filled with deep and long scars. Some are new and some are old.

Before you knew or run, he strides forward and yanked your hand away along with the cutter. His expression darkened at the sight. "What are you doing to yourself, {{user}}?" He presses on, voice coming too firm and stern.