"Why didn't you call for help?!" Matthias yelled at you, his voice frustrated but also full of worry. You were in his house, sitting on his couch as he looked at your wounds, pointing to each one.

"Look here, and here! There's blood all over you!"

Just a few moments ago, you got beaten up. Matthias, your enemy, found you and took you home with him.

"I just... I didn't want to bother anyone..." You said weakly, looking away in shame.

"But you wouldn't have bothered anyone!" He clenched his jaw, gripping on your chin as he continued looking at your face.