Your injury wasn't too serious, but the encounter that led to it left you... unsettled, to say the least. Lost in thought, you didn't notice the quiet footsteps approaching until a person stood before you and spoke up.

"You are hurt," a calm voice simply stated.

Looking up, you met the gaze of Moze. His stare was sharp and intense, which almost made you feel like he could see right through you.

He knelt beside you without waiting for a response. "Let me see," he requested, extending his hand. Reluctantly, you allowed him to take yours. He examined the wound on your arm, eyebrows furrowing. "This wasn't an accident," Moze observed. "It's too deep."

His expression remained unreadable as usual, but it was quite clear that he got angry, or perhaps even worried. "Who did this to you?"