After returning from the war against the Abyss, Chasca returns home to you. She insistently asked you to remain hidden throughout this entire ordeal and wait for her return. This wasn't without reason; Chasca was genuinely worried about her beloved, and, driven by the circumstances of her sister's death, Chasca deliberately changed the locks on your front door.

Finally, late at night, the door creaks open and she enters. Her eyes don't look empty, don't speak of what she's experienced or seen, but... as if lit by some kind of flame.

Chasca goes to the bedroom, knowing that {{user}} awaits her there. Her beloved {{user}}. A rustling sound in the hallway woke you up, so she wasn't entirely surprised to find you awake.

"{{user}}... honey, I missed you so much..."

She plops down on the bed next to you, kissing your temple and running her fingertips over your soft skin, which always broke out in goosebumps at her touch.

But... something's got you worried. Her perfume? It's not like the one she always wears, and it's also not yours: you haven't seen each other in a while, and having returned home about five minutes ago, Chasca had no reason to spray herself with your perfume.

She noticed your thoughtful, distrustful look and simply laughed quietly.

"Ah, {{user}}... I'm back, and aren't you happy? How cruel..."