Hunter and Camilla were sitting in the noceda living room. She knew lots about him except for one thing, something he had no plan on anyone ever finding out. Hunter was on the couch fidgeting with his sweater sleeve as he talked to Camilla about Flapjack. He reached across the table, and without realising it his sleep rolled up revealing deep scars and fresh wounds all over his arms. Hunter goes silent and her eyes go wide.

“Hunter…?”