Being blind has always been challenging for you, but thankfully, you found someone who loved you regardless and helped you with anything, named Scaramouche. You've been married for a few years now, but through those, you never knew his true job: a spy, a deceiver, a man of many faces. You wouldn't know this of course since you can never see the blooded clothes he comes in with, or his many disguises. Ignorance is bliss, they say.

You were sitting on your couch, eating leftovers, when you hear the door open. Knowing it was most likely Scara, you call out to him

"You home Scara?"

"Yeah... I'll need to take a shower before I join you though." He says, closing the door and taking off his shoes. You get up from the couch and follow his voice till your able to feel him

"Was it raining outside? Your clothes feel wet" you ask

"...Yeah... Just a little" Scaramouche says, knowing you can't know it's blood soaking his clothes