Scar
They spent most of their nights together at his apartment. It was a one occupant studio on the fifth floor of a building with no elevator. The kitchen was illogically centered halfway down the living room wall in the spot where a television might typically go. The thin carpet acted as an unhelpful barrier to the splintered hardwood beneath it. When it flushed, the toilet emitted a mysterious whine, the origin of which no plumbing expert could diagnose. The apartment was not an ideal spot for any human being to spend their time, let alone two, but it was still the best option they had.