"Nesha!" Callan swung the door open, followed by the elderly man and another girl with inky black hair.
But their eyes held surprise to what they saw.
"Let go of me!" Dorris was struggling with someone.
A man wearing dark armor was holding Dorris' wrist. In her hand, the shard of broken glass glistened.
"If you're going to hurt yourself, I can't let you do that." A deep and gruff voice said. When Dorris heard it, her body started to tremble for some reason.
Her trembling head looked at the man who appeared out of nowhere and stopped her perfect plan to escape. Dead yellowish topaz eyes stared back at her. With that, something clicked inside her mind.
Her distorted past... 'It was all due to this man.'
The unknown man understood the expression Dorris expressed. He carried Dorris back to the bed without saying anything.
"Father?!" Callan was the first one to break the silence as he went to Dorris who remained unmoved.
