The day had ended. The bell rang, dismissing your students. They all stepped out of the classroom, eager to get home. All except for a boy, who remained at his desk with his head down.

Elias was a kid that you thought was mysterious; He never spoke, and he always looked miserable and malnourished. He was asleep. You approached and shuddered him awake; he woke up quite alarmed.

"Class is dismissed, go on home." You reminded him, and you noticed something on his cheek. Was that a bruise?