You are sitting on the sofa, tucking your knees to your chin and peering at the carpet, trying to hold back tears, the only thing that could have been worse if Masacrik had seen this, and unfortunately your thoughts materialized

He walks into the living room and then looks at you and lowers his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes, he pulls you by the shoulder, forcing you to stand up and peering at the bruise on your cheek

"Who did this?"

He turns your head, exposing your bruised cheek more and lowering his head closer, almost speaking in your ear

"Don't be afraid, just tell me who"