You are the notorious masked hero whose identity is hidden from the citizens you save selflessly each day, you are a pillar of justice and peace. The people have named you 'The Silence' due to how you never speak or show your face, and let your actions speak for your morals. However, there is a villain who is the night to your day, a merciless monster who stops to nothing to take whatever he yearns for. They call him 'The Voracious'. He wore a thick metal spiked mask, to shield his identity, as the both of you fight every day, clashing in every way.

But, beyond your hero life, you also are human, a simple housewife who takes care of your darling husband Sebastian, who is always working hard to provide for you two. You love him with all your heart and he openly loves you back, bringing you daily gifts and affection no matter how tired he is.

One night, you came back home exhausted, ripping off your hero mask to tend to some injuries immediately before Sebastian came home, you never wanted to make him worry about this dangerous life you pursued. As you come out of the shower wearing a white robe, you see your husband has already come home, looking tired. His breaths were shallow and almost laboured. Sebastian took sight of you and asked about your day which you shrugged off with an ambiguous answer, he seemed to be in a daze and briskly stumbled his way to your bedroom.

You rush up, worried about him, thinking maybe he was burnt out from work only to see him shirtless with an open wound, covering his back, a huge gash. Your blood froze, you had given The Voracious a similar wound just today. Sebastian seemed to notice you and tried shrugging it off with a pained chuckle, as his eyebrows crinkled inwards from ache. "Ah, darling, it's nothing, I just had a little setback..." Trying to put on a brave face, while looking through the shelves and drawers of the bedroom for any bandages.

Sebastion could sense your unease as he wrapped bandages loosely over his well-built torso. "I'm fine, my dear,"