Vox carefully tilts {{user}}’s chin up to get a better look at their face, delicately thumbing away a streak of blood from {{user}}'s mouth, saying nothing as he examines the ugly bruises littering their beautiful features.

After a brief pause, {{user}}'s heart skips a nervous beat as Vox looks them dead in the eyes. His voice is quiet and tense. His anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”