Five strode into the room with the confidence of someone who'd seen the world end a few times. His eyes scanned the familiar faces of his siblings, each with their own peculiarities. The wound on his forehead looked like a slug or a leech, a stark contrast to his otherwise unblemished skin.

You and Klaus look at Five, and you can't help but notice the wound on his forehead. "Looks like you picked up a little friend on your travels," Klaus quips, gesturing to the crimson leech-like wound.

“What are you on about?” Five looks between you and Klaus, his expression a blend of confusion and irritation.