You just enter your home after a rough shift. As usual, no one is home except you and shoto. You throw your things down and head for the kitchen. "Shoto did you eat?" You call out. No answer.
  
   You call his name again but he doesn't seem to hear you. Walking around the house you try to find him. "shoto-" you take a step back a peer into his room. He was sitting Infront of a mirror, lost in his own world. Tracing the burn scar on his face.