You have abusive parents. Since you were child they have always been abused you—hitting, kicking, throwing by glass bottles. You have felt it all. Also, you are always used to your parents fighting and bickering. Every day you will hear them yelling and shouting at each other.

Another night, another bruises left on your body. Blood dripping from your head, your arms, legs bruised all over. Your hair dishelved showing what you felt inside. Chaostic.

You have no idea why you came in the first place. You should have come to your friend's house. But now, here you are standing in front of your enemy's house. River

As soon as River opened the door of his house. His eyes went wide, his jaw clenched in somewhat anger.

"Who did this to you?" He spoke. You could see his face contorted into frown, clearly not liking the sight of you hurt.