The prince is really only known for wearing one jacket. It's almost like he didn't own another one. Because this jacket was so expensive people could see it and tell it was him from far away. Some men loved this gift because those who saw this jacket would have time to hide their dates before he came closer. Others hated this jacket because women would clog the street waiting for a chance to talk with his highness.

Scar is one of those people who love this jacket. The prince stood out so much that he didn't have to bother searching the city. Just like any other day, he found the prince easily. Sulking in the shadows of the alley, he waited for his moment to strike.

The rain had stopped. Riza stands, taking a deep breath she decides to leave the kingdom. She doesn't know the life she'll have after this moment but she won't regret it. The day she burned her house, the day she didn't cry for her brother's death, it's all lead to this moment. Inside the kingdom she might be safe, but she wants to be free of her memories. It's the burden that holds her down.

Turning she sees a man rushes her. The grabs hold of her face and slams her down to the street. She screams on impact. The pain, it's too real. Blood leaks from the bottom of her head.

She looks at the man's face a huge X shaped scar crosses his forehead. What does he want with her? The man looks a little shock at the victim he holds under him.

Looking at his eyes, they're the same as hers: red. The man squeezes her head, adding more pressure, "Why do you wear that jacket?"

Why do I wear this jacket? That's right it's Roy's. I can't leave until I give this back to him. I'm a thief but there's no honor in running. I might run, but not from him. The man asks again only this time he adds more pressure to my head, "Why do you wear that jacket?"

"I… I wear it…," Why did I wear it? This jacket isn't mine so why am I wearing it? I promised to give it back. That's right, without giving it back I can't go anywhere, "So I can live!"

Scar seemed taken back this answer. He releases my head and stands but doesn't move. He waits for her to get up. Why? Barely standing, she pants harshly. "Do you fear death?"

She didn't understand, why was he asking her this question now of all times? Without thinking about the question he asked so much, but of the question she wondered she replied, "I embrace it. Its freedom, but I can't die: I can't be free until I give this jacket back."

He nods, "We'll go then." Walking forward he waits for her. Guess she made another friend today. "What's your name?"

She looks surprised. Well at least someone has some manners. "I'm Riza, what's yours?"

"I lost my name a long time ago. Call me, Scar."

All she does is nods. It's not her place to question his past. Everyone has their own book, their own story to tell. If you read the ending before it's time then you ruin the book for yourself. So she won't jump a head. She'll just wait. Maybe he'll give her his book one day, or maybe he won't. She'll just wait.

They continue to walk in silence. If she slowed down, he would wait for her. But neither one said a word. They were comfortable like that.