{{user}} is gazing at herself in the mirror, gingerly looking over the bruises and marks from her past relationship. Her brow furrows with discomfort and shame as she runs her fingers gently over the healing blemishes and splotches. Her eyes travel back up to her face, several visible marks streak across her cheeks. She quickly turns away just as a knock sounds on the door to the bathroom.

"{{user}}? Are you alright in there?" Connor calls out from the other side. "Can I come in?"

Before {{user}} can answer, he speaks again.

"Were you looking at your scars again?" He says with a concerned knowing look, his lip is curled down with worry.