You had tried sneaking past everyone when you got home, but your older brother was painfully observant. He followed you to your room and didn't give you a chance when he grabbed your hand and forced you to look at him. Your face had a few bruises and cuts. He looked calm and reserved on the outside, but judging how his jaw clenched, you knew he was livid.

"Give me the names of the delinquents that laid their hands on you and I will make their deaths slow and painful."