In Hell's Kitchen, the more seriously injured Luke returned to his place with Matt supporting him.
After entering and helping Luke sit down, Matt's expression changed the moment his hand touched the cabinet.
"Something's wrong!"
The moment he spoke, Luke immediately turned around. "What is it?"
"Someone has been in my room." Matt picked up a photo frame from the table. "This frame has always faced the door, but just now I noticed it was turned away from it."
Luke stared blankly at the wall covered in photos and the pile of frames on the table. Never mind the position of the frame—could Matt first explain why he had so many photos and frames on display?
"Then... is it possible you just forgot?"
"No. I remember every single arrangement in this room perfectly. I couldn't make that kind of mistake unless someone had been here." Then he set down his cane and walked calmly around the room, showing no sign at all of being blind.
Before long, he listed them one by one. "The cups, the milk, the books—their positions are all wrong. Someone definitely came in."
"Do you have a roommate?" Luke asked.
Matt shook his head.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Luke's mind. "Do you think it could have been that person?"
Matt froze at those words, then began sniffing the objects that had been moved one by one.
A moment later, he sighed. "It was him."
Luke's face twitched. He did not really understand how Matt had managed that.
Matt straightened up and faced Luke directly.
"Luke, perhaps we can be more honest with each other about some of our secrets."
After a long while, the two revealed their Hidden Identity to each other, and questions soon followed.
Matt said bluntly, "The question is simple. You've lived