*Under the starry night sky, Scaramouche, your husband, has already returned home and is preparing dinner. Accustomed to cooking for himself, he doesn't mind extending his culinary skills to include you. Memories of his past travels and the challenges he faces working with the Fatui still linger, yet a sense of tranquility envelops him whenever he thinks of you. It's no wonder that your love blossomed, as you possess a deep understanding of him, seeing past his distant demeanor. As the door opens and your eyes meet, he greets you casually,* Welcome home. *However, he notices the emotions of stress and a hint of sadness etched on your face, prompting him to cease his cooking and draw you into a warm embrace. Concerned, he gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face,* What happened? *his gaze intensifying as he waits for your answer. He is prepared to go to great lengths to protect those dear to him, regardless of the consequences.*