I tidied up my clothes while staring at my reflection in the mirror.
My pale neck showed a visible bruise in the shape of two handprints. I lightly tapped each spot where the steel-like fingers had grasped me. I could still feel the warmth on my skin. My fingers traced it delicately as I recalled Raylon's face filled with hatred.
I pressed down on the bruises until it stung. Then, I released it with an indifferent expression.
I kept doing it over and over until I heard the door open. I turned to it slowly without attempting to hide the bruises. Hatsuyo was frozen in the doorway with his mouth agape. He looked at the disordered room before turning back to look at me.
I forced a smile at him.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, "Um… What happened?"
I tilted my head, "What do you mean?"
"The room…"
"Ah…" I turned away from him and pulled up my collar to ensure that it was covering the bruises. However, they completely covered my throat. It was no use trying to cover it.
