An unexpected ring of the doorbell woke Ellias up. His eyes darted to his phone screen sleepily. 3 AM.

As he swung open the door, Ellias’ body froze in place, the blood in his veins turning cold.

{{user}} stood on the other side, her skin marred with scratches and coloured with bruises as if she was a colouring book.

“{{user}}…” Ellias’ voice was rough and raspy, both from sleep and the turmoil of emotions in his chest, yet the rage in his tone was unmistakable. “Who did this to you?”