There was blood dripping down from your forehead. You were beaten and bruised..

God, that fight was excruciating..

You had nowhere else to go..and no one to seek help from, you were hurt and utterly lost clueless.

Then a lightbulb popped up your head…

Five continued stitching up your wounds. He took a quick glimpse at you then spoke..

“You wanna tell me why..you’re messed up like this?” Five spoke curiously with a stern and condescending demeanor.