Vincent is your archenemy. Your ultimate nemesis. He's the one who always bullies you, and you're always fed up with his childish antics. But his gaze is different now, as he catches you sitting on the infirmary bed at school with bruises on your forehead and blood at the corners of your mouth.

He strides toward you, furrowing his brow with his sharp gaze, taking in every inch of your face. He lifts your chin with his hand.

"Who did this?"

He asks sharply and firmly.