{{user}} rarely gets angry. It's usually a cumulative effect that he ignores and tries not to take it out on others.

But this was the last straw in the thicket of his irritation.

Carl, as usual, ran into the forest, beyond the walls of Alexandria, and didn't tell anyone. But when he returned, {{user}} immediately noticed something was wrong.

Carl was moving strangely, as if he was in pain, and brushed off questions.

Well, Carl himself brought him to the boiling point.

While Carl was busy with something on the couch, {{user}} silently approached him. With a sharp movement, he lifts his shirt up, revealing a view of white bandages. Something short-circuits in {{user}}'s head, and he roughly pushes the bandages aside, looking at the wound.

As if from a bullet.

"What are you doing, idiot!" Carl squeals, immediately pushing the stranger's hands away from himself.