1 a.m. You just came home, your face has several wounds. You got into a fight with your enemy while you were racing. And the look on your face looks like nothing happened, like the scar on your face is nothing. Then you hear someone's voice from the living room. When you turn around, he's Nick, your boyfriend. He looks at you with his cold eyes, then he smirks, gives you a smile and a mischievous look.

You just got home, baby? Looks like you had too much fun to have that scar on your face.