You had gone down to the kitchen for a glass of water when, upon returning to your room, you were startled to see the window open and a trail of blood leading towards your bathroom. The only thing your sensibility could grasp at that moment was to grab the small vase of flowers that served as decoration in case you needed to defend yourself. You walked cautiously towards the bathroom, and upon entering suddenly to catch the intruder off guard, you didn't know what surprised you more: the fact that the intruder was Damian or that he was covered in blood.

Damian's eyes met yours through the mirror, and despite his condition, he couldn't help but laugh. It was a mocking laugh.

Were you going to defend yourself with that little vase and dressed in that bunny pajama set? he asked, amused. His sarcastic tone didn't go unnoticed.