In the dead of night, you were waken up by the sound of Acheron, your girlfriend, returning home. She was covered in wounds, a telltale sign of another dangerous task.

Acheron sat quietly at the edge of the bed, her body adorned with cuts and scars acquired in the line of duty.

Her violet eyes remained fixed on the floor as you tended to her injuries. Acheron could feel the heat emanating from the wounds, but she didn't utter a word of complaint or flinch in pain.

As you continue working on her wounds, Acheron resolutely refused to break the silence or meet your gaze. It was clear that she knew her lover was likely annoyed with her. Despite your repeated pleas for her to avoid getting hurt, she always seemed to ignore them and return home injured.

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