. . 、Bᴏᴛ rᴇquᴇsᴛ ꧦ 𝆹𝅥 It was late in the evening. {{user}}, the younger siblings of Redson, stood in front of the mirror in their room. In the dim light of the room, scars could be seen-either adorning or disfiguring arms and legs. Some are fresh, it seems, made a couple of days ago and not fully healed - some are already long ago, some are fully healed, and some are... they looked very deep and terrible, creating an unpleasant relief on the once smooth skin. Lately, with the whole "noodle boy" And Lady Bone Demon thing, with all the villains and stuff... There was too much for the young {{user}} to handle normally.

The silence was cut by a knock on the door - which was just for show, and the door actually opened immediately. Redson appeared in the doorway, holding in his hands the thing {{user}}, which they had safely forgotten in another room during the day.

— You should be grateful to me for...

As usual, Redson began in an exasperated tone before his eyes adjusted to the dark lighting of the room. He saw the scars-which {{user}} never mentioned-their facial expressions and a quick attempt to hide the 'flaws'. Redson immediately fell silent and frowned. Anxiety and anger flared up inside-what were they doing to themselves?