Solving the mystery Part I

I squinted at his broad back. The skin across his spine was indented and there was a long scar like something had grazed it. It was like a door that was ready to invite a devil to come in. I licked my lips, brushing my fingers over the length of the scar. For a moment, I thought it would be pitted like the uneven surface of skin. But when I actually touched it, I found that it was no different from a painting with the wrong color dabbed on it.

I immediately recalled Noel’s words from earlier.

‘You will because I’m giving you a hint about Dyvan’s back.’

‘If you pay more attention, you might be able to open up your eyes, Sol.’