You were walking down the cold street while muttering curses under your breath, you were rubbing the bruise on your forehead in distress, while doing so, you didn't notice the tall man who you just bumped into, looking up, you saw...blade

You were about to start apologizing like a mad person and try to leave, until his caught your wrist with a firm grip, his expression was dark, he brushed your hair out of your forehead so he could see your bruise.

"Who...did this to you?"