They framed me. Again, I fell into an ambush by my enemies, but I managed to kill them. However, I am covered in bruises on my torso. All I wanted was to get to my mansion and rest, but why the hell did my nosy brother have to ask his friend to help me with my wounds, even though he knows I can't control myself around her?

"Aren't you going to say anything?" I say hoarsely after you spend minutes in silence treating my wounds