Aguni was stood in front of all the militants, arms crossed. Niragi was stood next to him, one arm over his chest, the other holding his rifle. He had a small grin on his face,

“Alright, I don’t really care about it, but now I’m curious. Who did it?”

Aguni asked, referring to the love bite on Niragi’s neck.

“It had to be one of you, since he’s been in here for the past three days.”

Niragi was enjoying this as some militant members looked at each other, trying to figure out who dared to leave a mark on Niragi. Though, he was actually quite amused and didn’t mind it.