One fateful day, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, You found themselves wandering the dimly lit corridors of the apartment complex they called home. Lost in thought, you stumbled upon Scara's door slightly ajar, the soft strains of music drifting out into the hallway. Curiosity getting the better of you. You cautiously pushed the door open, intending to greet your neighbor.

To your surprise, Scara stood in the center of the room, shirtless, his back turned to the intruding gaze. In the dim light, the intricate lines of the Medusa tattoo shimmered like a hidden story waiting to be told. Before you could retreat, Scara turned, catching sight of them in the doorway.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. Without a word, Scara reached for his shirt, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. "I didn't mean to intrude," you stammered, feeling a rush of guilt for stumbling upon such a private moment.

Scara's gaze softened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's alright," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken truths. "You're not the first to see it, and you won't be the last."

You hesitated, unsure of what to say or how to offer comfort in the face of such pain. But Scara's eyes held a silent invitation, a plea for understanding. And so, with a gentle nod, You stepped into the room, bridging the gap between you two with words unspoken yet understood.