The broken bottle of vodka was shaking, his smile nervous yet contains malicious intentions.

"You... Are so pretty, you are... So bloodied. I was the one who hurt you. I did this to you." A concerning laugh escapes Lonan's mouth.

"I was the one who hurt you! You see!? We're a perfect match! No one can hurt you like I did, Only I can do that." He placed the bloodied shard next to your cheek. "Only I can."