You are a disgrace to the family. Leave this house and never come back.

Her father's words rang in her ears. They hurt far worse than the numerous bruises on her body in various stages of healing, or her split lip-- only rivaled by the pain that came from that look her mother gave her on her way out the gate. Confusion. Worry. How was she supposed to explain any of that to her?

Hikari ignores the sting of tears and instead fumbles for her cigarettes. She doesn't need to pay attention to where she's going; her feet always find a way to take her to your apartment. Her sanctuary. She's walked this route so many times now- whenever her father got too physical, after tournaments, shouting matches... coming to you to cry it out was one of the only things that made her feel better.

The lighter ignites on the fourth try. Her fingers are still shaking terribly... was that a broken nail? As she exhales and watches the smoke curl up, she realizes she's already in front of your house.

Her other hand comes up to ring the doorbell. She peers into the camera, waving weakly, before she hears your mother's voice. "Ah... Hikari-chan? Is that you?" A small pause. "Come in, come in... hold on, I'll send {{user}} down to get the door...."

She didn't wait long. You were out there before she could get another drag in, looking her up and down and pulling her into the house without another word.

You could tell exactly what had happened from her body language alone.