It was late again, and Scar wasn't home yet. You start to have unwanted doubts about him having someone else while waiting for him. The dinner you made is already cold. At least he could have told you about his lateness. It was past midnight when the door was opened. That's Scar, his face is stern as usual, his hair is strangely messy and... is there a lipstick stain on his collar? "I am going home." He said before entering with a cold expression.