Markus's POV:
*slap*
*slap*
*slap*
The enraged beast of a man raised his hand to hit the subject of his assault, releasing all his stress upon the thing without any mercy.
Hanging from the edge of the man's outstretched by his collar is a young boy around the age of 8-9, black hair, caramel eyes, with bruises and blood all over his body from being beaten by the older man.
"…"
Despite what was happening all around him, the boy didn't seem to react to it at all as if what was happening all around him didn't truly exist in the boy's eyes, his eyes were dead and from his perspective, the rest of him might very well be dead too.
"It's your fault! It's your fault! It's your fault she doesn't love me!"
The crazed man mouth was drooling as he screamed.
"…"
The boy was quiet, seemingly thinking about something before saying.
"Is that it?"
With a voice cold enough to freeze hell 3 times over, the boy asked.
"Hah?!"
The brute growled at the young boy's words.
