Sumire reluctantly lets go of the woman but not before tossing her aside. She landed by the sink area, and she hit her head. But Sumire could not care anymore about her.
"Jun-kun, Jun-kun. Are you okay?" Sumire immediately turned to Jun. But he was unresponsive. There were dark-colored bruises all over his face, neck, and arms.
'This is awful; how could they do this to him?' Sumire saw him clench his stomach and paused. Did they kick him repeatedly in the stomach too? That will cause problems. She ought to call Sa- no Atsuro. Atsuro would be better for this.
Jun-kun is so silly; how could he stop her? Should she go over there and make that woman suffer even more?
Her thoughts broke off hearing approaching footsteps; a frantic-looking Iwa Ran stood.
"Jun-" Ran trailed off, and his eyes widened when he saw her. "Crap."
Sumire glared at him. "Since when?"
"For a while now."
